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RICHARD B. RIDDICK

And you wanna talk about it? Cry for them? Take it somewhere else.

I want your shit out of my head. And if I'm seeing your memories, you're seeing mine.

Nothing I hadn't seen before.

[Just from a different position, without her emotions playing through them.]

And you're just fine with seeing it over and over again? Maybe getting new memories? This shit doesn't go away on its own, Riddick.

You think you're the first one I've had in my head? Doesn't go away at all, Carolyn.

It does. This one does.

It's different, isn't it? You can feel a pull; you probably felt a little relieved when I contacted you, and you didn't know why.

No.

You'll start getting weak the more you fight it, you know.

You got a point, just get to it.

Tell me where you are so we can finish this before you pass out in another hallway.

You don't need to know where I am.

It needs physical contact for about three hours to finish so yes, I do.

[There's a pause, and when he responds, there's a mocking edge to his voice.]

Someone tell you that?

You're not the first person whose head I've been in, either. Ones with the pull... [ Ugh. No wonder she's so impatient with other people sometimes, she uses all her patience up on this asshole. ]

We figured it out. The memories went away and haven't come back.

[Another pause.]

Go away? Or stop.

[There's a difference, and he wants to know for sure.]

You'll still get memories from other people. But you shouldn't get any more of mine, or relive any of mine again.

Haven't found a way to wipe them, then.

[He says it like it's a failing, but also like he didn't expect better.]

No. And I don't think anyone's really looking.

So your finishing it doesn't mean shit.

Would you like to experience more of my memories for the rest of your fucking life? This is what we've got, Riddick.

Worrying for me, Carolyn? Or for you?

For both of us.

[There's a pause. And he doesn't sound like he believes it.]

You know where I am.

[And if she can't figure it out, at this point, then nothing she's said means much. He hangs up.]

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