[ Some things they have in common, others they couldn't be any more different — but where Parisa's charm and audacity tries to clash with Frank, he sees an echo of the man he left behind in his world. The very same one he used as a teaser for people like her, the very same one who could have been the prototype for everything she just said.
He doesn't reject the kiss. He just doesn't lean into it the way easier marks would have, taking what she offers without mistaking it for what it is: a game they both agreed to play. ]
I doubt that's really a problem for you.
[ She got him to smile, though. His hand is on the small of her back, keeping her close. ]
What happens when you know everything about someone?
[ The same thing that happens when he splits the minds of younger clones wide open, assumes. They all have a telepathic bond, but very few have reached Frank's level. They'd have to survive to get there first. That's partially why looking inside and revealing their short-lived secrets makes them boring, disposable. ]
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He doesn't reject the kiss. He just doesn't lean into it the way easier marks would have, taking what she offers without mistaking it for what it is: a game they both agreed to play. ]
I doubt that's really a problem for you.
[ She got him to smile, though. His hand is on the small of her back, keeping her close. ]
What happens when you know everything about someone?
[ The same thing that happens when he splits the minds of younger clones wide open, assumes. They all have a telepathic bond, but very few have reached Frank's level. They'd have to survive to get there first. That's partially why looking inside and revealing their short-lived secrets makes them boring, disposable. ]