jean-paul desmond / strange paradise / what am i doing.

[profane]

You were mere steps away from attempting this in - that other place. I didn't respond then, as I knew it would be futile, and it worked in my favor: you never once used me.

You've no reason to change that now.

In fact - you know what's - what's become of me and what I must do; you've every reason to continue to leave me in peace. It should be no different here than it was there.

Leave me. I must return to Erica.