re: impatience of many sorts (possible VERY MINOR spoiler)

[notaliberator]

Will you stop givin' yourself spoilers just so you can mope over your horrible characterization?

Yes, I understand you're excited about the whole lobotomy fiasco but you're not exactly gettin' context for it anytime soon, are you? Not with that sad empty wallet o' yours.

[Rolling his eyes hard.]

What happened to ~Wonderland~, then? You've clearly got nothin' better to do, and what was it - a month, month and a half since you said you'd try that? I happen to have plans, lad, the laziness has got to stop. Wait around and pine for the book and game when you've got the money to get 'em.

...Don't give me that look, I'm not a package deal with the lad. You would've put me in a game without him and you can now. Now if you've got that much of a problem with it you can tell his mun t'get a damn move on. We've got work to do, boyo.

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[falsedebt]

[All the angry squinting. All for you.]

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[notaliberator]

...

[Folding his arms somewhat defensively.]

Yes?

[hearsyourvoice]

Someone tried to give me one of those lobotomies once. Didn't turn out too well for 'em.

[notaliberator]

Didn't it, now? Surely they didn't stick very well to the procedure, then. Found it quite useful meself.

[hearsyourvoice]

[Daisy's expression hardens. She doesn't appreciate him being on the other side of the lobotomy, not one bit.]

Why'd you need to do it?

[notaliberator]

A bit of information, the person who had it needed a little... convincin'.

[The fact that she didn't have it to begin with is irrelevant. Shut up he's an evil genius.]

[fortheloveofplasmids]

I'm not exactly thrilled to hear about these so called plans.

[notaliberator]

Good for you.

[This is his no-fucks-given face.]

[fortheloveofplasmids]

I'll stop you...once we get there.

[Jack doesn't seem to completely understand he'll be trusting again. That he'll believe that Fontaine is Atlas]

So don't get to comfortable.

[notaliberator]

Sure you will. [He grins cockily.] Keep dreamin', kid, but you're fresh outta lucky here.

[fortheloveofplasmids]

Even if I go there believing you're Atlas again it won't last long. You'll slip up somewhere.

[He hopes he'll slip up at least.]

[notaliberator]

What makes you so sure, then? I've never slipped before. Mother Goose and Ryan aren't there to tell you what's what.

[He has slipped up before, though. And Jack never noticed. Which is even worse.]

[fortheloveofplasmids]

There's more people you'll have to convince.

[He knew Fontaine was used to that sort of thing. Convincing a ton of people that he was someone else was a huge part of who Fontaine was. But come on-there were accidental videos on the feed all the time. He might blow his cover one day without even realizing it at first.]

[notaliberator]

If I can make the whole city o' Rapture think I'm a worker from Dublin, I can sure as hell do it to anyone else. It's been two years, I've worked out all the wrinkles in that con.

[And look how proud of himself he is. He's so great.]

Don't act like you didn't get swept up in it yourself.

[fortheloveofplasmids]

Of course I did. You were all I had at the time.

[He frowned.]

I should have known it was to good to be true sooner.

[notaliberator]

You knew nothin' about me. Nothin' except the snippets I told you. I didn't have to do jack, and you followed up like the dumb pup you are.

[He pauses.]

Hah. Jack. That's funny. [So proud.]