♔ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ;

"Er, what would I have to choose between them for? A robot, I suppose?" 

"Er, what would I have to choose between them for? A robot, I suppose?" 

"Er, what would I have to choose between them for? A robot, I suppose?" 

"Er, what would I have to choose between them for? A robot, I suppose?" 

"Er, what would I have to choose between them for? A robot, I suppose?" 

"Er, what would I have to choose between them for? A robot, I suppose?" 

"I don’t even wanna know you when you pay me to."

"They’re unimportant to you, leave them alone." That sounds suspiciously like a threat, even if she’s unarmed. "They’re just people who seem keen to stick around."

"I hardly doubt that, but I'll let you keep repeating it until you realise how foolish you sound. That, or I'll get the information from someone else, rendering you useless." And dead.

"Absolute idiots don’t own million pound mansions with indoor swimming pools."

"Leave me alone, James. I’ve stopped working for you two years ago— I don’t have any intention of giving you anything anymore." She reaches for the Swiss army knife perpetually in her pocket, next to her phone, stealing a quick glance out the window. Estelle was playing in the garden, the albinistic child unaware of what was happening inside. "Get out of my house and leave my family alone."

"If you're dissatisfied with my company then I suppose that I'll have to do the polite thing and leave." He rolled his eyes at her behaviour and headed out, already planning on his return.

"Absolute idiots don’t own million pound mansions with indoor swimming pools."

“Forget it. I left. It’s done, we’re over, James. I’m not giving you anything, now get out of my house.”

"Do you really believe that kicking me out of here is the best course of action?" He does, however, turn slightly on his heel. "Consider the consquences."

"I don’t even wanna know you when you pay me to."

"You’re so fucking e x h a u s t i n g, you know that? Just— unbearable. Tell me what you want to know so I can leave.”

"Tell me all about your little friends that you've been fraternising with of late, I'm dying to hear about them."

"Absolute idiots don’t own million pound mansions with indoor swimming pools."

"Yeah, it’s called breaking into my home. What do you want?”

"Little old me? I need some of your friends' numbers."