“You tell me. You’re the one who’s going up against Kawahara. I’m just the whore around here. Incidentally, I don’t reckon Ortega’s exactly overjoyed about that part of the deal. I mean, she was confused before, but now—” “She’s confused! How do you think I feel?” “I know how you feel, idiot. I am you.” “Are you?” I sipped at my drink and gestured with the glass. “How long do you think it takes before we stop being exactly the same person?”
