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[chooselife]

Let's get a few things straight, 'cause you've caught me in a decent mood-

I know I'm the, what, fourth now in a line of wankers wearing my face, parading through your head. And I'm the one who needed counseling- I'm sure you're chuffed, but I'm not here to do a little song and dance at your whims.

My time's not expendable, not anymore. If I'm starting over, my intent is to do so properly, and I can't start while you're getting your skirts blown up over trivial shite.

Take me somewhere, anywhere; anywhere besides where I've been and what I've come from. Seen enough of that to last a lifetime.

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[mediations]

If that is one way to inspire your writer... [ Obi-Wan smiles mildly. ] Then you are an inspiration.

[chooselife]

FFFFFFuck- [ He's about jumped out of his skin. Scrambling to his feet, his worn trainers silent on whatever imprecise medium the floor's made up of, Renton looks Obi-Wan from the top of his head to the toes of his polished boots.

And bursts out in laughter. It's nervous, agitated, but laughter nonetheless. ]

Speak of the devil, aren't you a sight. Like the punchline of some sick knob's stupid joke. [ And now comes the fumble for cigarettes. ]

[mediations]

Indeed. [ Obi-Wan's smile is tight, his gaze cool and unmistakably guarded. ] I must admit, when I learned of you, I did not realize you would be quite so... agitated.

[chooselife]

That's generally a side effect of sneaking up on a bloke while he's railing at his invisible sky nanny. [ After the first couple drags of sweet, sweet nicotine, his tone is more dry, composed. He finds it rather difficult to look this fellow in the eye, the similarities and disparities too bizarre. Even the voice sounds the same beneath that layer of silver spoon poshness. ]