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.