Motives

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What are my motives?

Wouldn't you like to know.

What are my motives?

They're not that important, anyway, ya know. It's not like they'll decide the fate of the world or anything like that. Nope, nope, nope.

Why do ya keep asking me stupid questions like that? Isn't it enough that I do the things I do without decimating the why?

Who cares?

You? Don't make me laugh.

It's just idle curiosity that you wonder. Just a moment of interest.

I keep telling you it's not important, it's not like I would betray you without betraying my friends.

Yes, I have friends. Yes, I can be made to care what happens to them. Yes, if you hurt them I'll hurt you.

Why do you keep asking?!

Why do you want to know!? You don't care and you wouldn't really want to know anyway.

There. I told you. It's my job. Why else would I bother?

Don't clutter this subject with details. What I feel is fit to complete my job is fit enough for you to cope with it.

Oh, leave me alone.

Don't you get it, you don't want to know.

I'm a killer okay. I'm cold and opportunistic and a gold-digger. Make you feel better?

I use you and everyone else to get what I want.

Logic has nothing to do with this!

Go away. No one asked you to keep pestering me about this, I told you, it's your fault if you don't believe me.

Finally, finally he's gone ...

What are my motives ....

I don't remember anymore ... I don't care anymore either ...

Except for him.

Love's a good enough motive as any, I guess.

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