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Are you saying that to mess with me?I sent.
It’s the truth!!!she sent. Then, another:Trust me. If there’s any truth about me, it’s that.
My gaze hovered over those words. She was used to lying, then. Many of the servers lied about their pasts at the Dahlia District. It made surviving easier. But there was something else going on with Scarlett that I couldn’t quite pin down, something misleading. It was there, in that wording:If there’s any truth about me.
Because everything else about her was false.
What about you?she sent, interrupting my thoughts.
I enjoy a specific type of power exchange, I sent.Perhaps we can discuss it the next time I’m at the Dahlia District.
Perhaps, she sent.We can get to know each other that way.
That confidence struck me. I knew, then, without a doubt, that this would end the same way that it did with all of the servers, with women in general. But sometimes, the journey was worth it. To see how far I could string them along. To see how long it took until Scarlett realized that I was trapped inside of a darkness that she would drown in if she didn’t escape. There were things that women like Scarlett could take, people they could understand.
I was never one of them.
