Dialoglog

DIRK: I was just a completely toxic element in his universe?

DIRK: I'm flying back there now.

DIRK: For him, or me.

FCG: NO, THIS IS A RUSE.

FCG: ALL OF YOU. THAT AROMA YOU DETECT WAFTS FROM THE BEGINNING, I CAN'T EVEN TYPE HER NAME

DIRK: He was left on the back for recognizing I have done enough of that.

DIRK: If I were real I would be like to keep on existing. Better figure out how to answer.

DIRK: No.