Kiran Landa 1

The Hermit, crossed with the Two of Swords, a mentor in your past, male, an uncle perhaps, dead, but still around, oh, you are fascinating. I'm going to give you a present, Mr. Lieutenant. I'm going to let you see yourself through my eyes. You will see exactly how little your life amounts to, how, when it came down to it, you were so much weaker than you imagined, how easily you broke. Your balls are itching. You have to keep the gun on me, but, dear God, it's like spiders are crawling all over them. Jesus! It's the infestation. It's got to be. No good. You're going to have to scratch. It's all right. I knew, long before you did. I could feel all the delicious things your bloodstream was doing when you looked at me, thought about us, and I'm on board, completely. We can be together in ways most people never get to be, but you have to be sure it's what you want, because once you've been that open to someone else, that exposed, you can never take it back. Better luck next life. Back in the game. Not walking into the light just yet.