Wednesday November 14, 2001
Tagon:Breya, We're getting ready to head out to points unknown on contract. What are your plans?
Breya:Are you asking me to come along, or are you asking me to leave?
Tagon:Does it matter?
Breya:No. I guess it doesn't.
Tagon:Let me see if I follow this:
Tagon:You don't plan to stick around, but you do want to know if we want you to stay, so you can feel some wierd sense of validation.
Breya:You're still a thug, but it's nice to see that you've got a sensitive side.