I lift a shoulder, my expression apathetic. “It’s a shame, really. I’d love nothing more than to watch you suffer a slow, agonizing death while my venom eats away at your dejected soul.” He calls me toxic—a poison he refuses to ingest—but he’s already dead inside, so what’s it matter? Nothing I say at this point will have any bearing on the way Neo feels about me, and right now, I don’t fucking care.
