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Ma Sai-kwan reached for the collar, the one they'd designed together, a synthesis of their thoughts, feelings, ideas - and... stopped himself. His hands dropped, looking torn.
"Do it." Poon Sing-fung cried. What was the point, anymore? He was a betrayal to himself, to those who he loved, and the self-loathing was all too much to bear. He wanted to die. He wanted everyone to die. The blurred line wasn't really something that mattered.
"Come with me." Ma Sai-kwan said, suddenly, completely out of nowhere. "No-one else thinks like you and I do. Come with me. We can make this world see us for what we are."
"Boss?" The man outside the curtain yelled, sounding unsure.
"Yes." Ma Sai-kwan continued. "You know as well as I do that I need you. We need you. Come with me."
"You've tied me to a chair." Poon Sing-fung said, thoughts swirling madly in his head. He wanted -... he didn't know what he wanted. He mostly just wanted to be set free.
Ma Sai-kwan waved a hand. "It's nothing. It doesn't matter, in the end. Come with me. Please."
For a moment, he actually considered it.