"When he was fresh out of the chair? No. No I can't. When any attempt to BE yourself is squashed out of sheer fucking terror of being put back in the chair? No. You're glassing a planet. The woman I knew, the woman I followed? Wouldn't stand for that. Not for anything. The friend I lost in the project? Wouldn't go with it. And that it took all of a few weeks for him to see the light and come back from that? Is damning and you know it." They aren't them. They're shades.

They're puppets.

"You need to not be here. You need to not be a part of some sick bastard's collection."