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Why do you do it? I...I don't think that's something I can answer for you. Unless you're asking rhetorically. Then, I guess, no one can really answer it because you're just frustrated and not really asking.

I can tell you why I do it, but for as often as we get confused for each other, I don't think my reasons are really all that helpful. I'm doing it because it's cold and dark and quiet and lonely here I'm doing it because I'm tired of being alone and I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of missing people that I've barely ever known.

I can't really help what I want to say and do, but I guess maybe you can. Help what I want to say and do, I mean. You always let me have my say, though, and I'm sorry that backfires on you because if it's backfiring on you, that means it's not so great for me, either.

I spent my whole life with no one but Dad to talk to and, even then, he wasn't very good for conversation. Or listening. Or parenting. Or anything but murdering people and lying. Either way, I guess...thanks. For listening. For not shutting me up when I want to talk. I'm not really afraid of losing my voice, anymore. I hope you aren't, either.

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Was that honestly a danger? Your writer losing your voice?

No, it was more like me losing my voice, I guess sort of by way of her losing hers. I'm not nearly as...loud as some of the others, in here, but I don't think she could ever lose my voice, even if she tried to.

That's good, at least. For both you and your writer.

...by "her losing hers" Just...feeling overwhelmed generally by other people who play you?

It's good for me, I think. I'd be sort of afraid it might drive her hyper-nuts, one day, though.

Not just them. Everyone. And "overwhelmed" isn't...really the right word, I guess. Maybe more like...discouraged? I think that's a little closer. She feels discouraged.

Makes sense. My writer feels the same way about me sometimes. . [he shrugs, hands in his pockets]

...At least she's letting you out, despite all that. That says strength.

She says it's not strength, just desperation. I guess I don't really have any room to call it anything, since it means I'm getting out and...that's all I really care about.

[Blake just scratches his head] ...Raised in a home?

[She has that look - at least to him. The look of kids who haven't been loved enough and someone who hasn't gotten wise.

Then again she looks young.]

Um. Well, my dad's home.

...That's...not what you mean, though, is it?

[No. It's not, but. Fathers. He had one once and at the mention of the word he just lowers his gaze]

No, group home. I thought...

Well I tend to read too much into things anyway. Can I sit?

You mean like an orphanage? Gosh, I wish.

[Shilo pats the space next to her.] Please.

[he laughs at that] ...It has it's good days and it's bads. Let me tell you but mostly..

[His lips press together and he sits, shrugging.] well mostly. You wanna talk about it?

More good days than I ever had, I bet.

[She shrugs.] Is that where you grew up? In a home? I bet your story's better than mine.

[Blake just smiles.] I'm guessing the problem here is a lack of social interaction. I'd imagine fathers...are like that.

[He folds his hands] Nah. Not really. I was born and raised in Gotham City. Mom left the picture really early. Dad...left later but it made things really difficult.

Pretty much. I've only really ever talked to maybe...I don't know, not even ten people in my life, probably.

Oh. [She smiles, lets out a little laugh.] Kind of the same, here, too. Sort of.

...That's. Horrible. If you don't mind me saying. [However it's something he also envies a little. People are hard to deal with.]

...Yeah?

My dad gambled. He was a mob attorney for Falcone - these are all names that might not mean anything to you if you're not from Gotham but. Falcone sort of stole him from his private practice. Lesson here? Don't gamble kid. Ever.

I don't mind. Because it's true.

[Shakes her head.] Sorry, I'm from Sanitarium Island. I guess that's like...all the way on the other side of the country, basically.

And don't worry, I don't know a thing about gambling. It's not something I plan on taking up.

Good. [He nods] I've never heard of Sanitarium Island.

It's off the west coast. Used to be part of the mainland. Sort of. Anyway, that's probably for the best. That you haven't heard of it, I mean.

..what that bad? Like, are we talking Gotham City Bad?