[Jack looks at Katurian with his 'what is happening' face on. He doesn't understand where he's coming from, what depths he's stumbled into here. He just sees a shuddering author telling him 'good' when he's been put in jail.]
Katurian?
[Pause, then because there needs to be more than that:]
I can't tell you what to think about me. No one can tell you that.
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Katurian?
[Pause, then because there needs to be more than that:]
I can't tell you what to think about me. No one can tell you that.