Clink, step. Clack, step. The door to the Starbucks was pushed open with enthusiasm, which didn't suit the person entering. Clink, step. Clack, step. Up to the register. "Black coffee," he ordered before the cashier could even greet him or ask for it. He slapped down a credit card, waited almost giddily for a few moments until he got his cup, and looked around for a place to sit an enjoy his first coffee in freedom.
Seto was, indeed, a very happy man right now. People stared, but that was to be expected, and he was already used to that sort of thing when he walked down the street. True, the addition of a cane and the bit of a smile present on his face was a little...off...but for the most part, Seto didn't notice, nor did he care. He was out of that blasted hospital. He had coffee. He wasn't feeling suicidal. He felt little pain after having had a few painkillers. What more could he possibly need?

Siegfried sipped his coffee irritably, trying to ignore the babbling drone coming out of the maw of that paragon of stupidity, his other self. Coffee...it does a body good. Well, actually not really. He was very sleep deprived, and his face was wan and exhausted-looking. A good adjective might have been "peaky", though he would've merely laughed at the suggestion.
"...and then we break his laptop!" his other self said, giddy with the excitement of actually helping the "real" Siegfried plan. Or perhaps it was the sugar high. Siegfried didn't know and didn't want to know.
"So what do you think?" Sieg asked, eyes gleaming as he drank a bit more of his vanilla frapuccino, a monstrous concoction that the real Siegfried was sure violated several international laws regarding nuclear substances.
"It's absolutely wretched," Siegfried said, rolling his eyes.
Sieg's face fell. "But...d'awww..." He looked down at the table, leaving his other self to lean back in his seat, eyes closed and brow furrowed, thinking about the possiilities. Unfortunately, perhaps, for him, he paid no heed to the person who had just come in the door.
His other self, however, did. His eyes widened, and he sunk in his seat, praying that they wouldn't be seen. He said nothing, however, for fear of inciting anger and an eventual shouting match.

Clink, step, clack, step, clink--
...Oh HELL no...
Leave it to Siegfried to ruin a perfectly good day. The head--heads, actually--of pink hair were easily spotted across the cafe. He should just leave. Right now. Before anything happened.
...Well, so much for that happening.
He decided to try to ignore the two...they were probably plotting his downfall, but what could the meek one do, anyway? Siegfried wouldn't listen to Sieg, so they probably weren't getting very far on SUPAH SEEKRIT PLANS UFF DOOM.
His hand tightened a little more on the cane. He wasn't about to chicken out. Seto decided to be bold--well, that, and there weren't any open tables over here--and walk right by them, trying not to notice them at all.

"...other me." Sieg was going to be bold, be bold...well, too bold, really.
"What?" Siegfried asked, opening his eyes and giving his other self a look of deepest disgust. "What on earth do you want, ingrate? I'm trying to think, and you're bothering me; honestly, do you DESPERATELY WANT me to lose my edge with this? I need to think..." Actually, he needed to rest quite badly. He couldn't sleep at night, and couldn't nap in the day, and was now resorting to nearly falling asleep at coffee. He liked sleeping. He sometimes had wonderful dreams about crushing Kaiba.
"I'm not ungrateful!"
"Yes, you are, you peon. I put you up, gave you room in my house, and what do you do? Run away. INGRATE. But never mind that..." Siegfried growled. "Just...what do you want?"
"It's just...he's here," Sieg said quietly. "Kaiba. And...he's coming this way right now."
Siegfried's hands clenched into fists, and there was a sharp intake of breath from him, but other than that, he didn't react at all. "...we will let him pass, then," he hissed, only low enough for Sieg to hear him. "He will not talk to us. It is all right." He had BETTER not expect me to talk to him...

Seto went by a bit slower than intended, shooting a quick side glance at them--the IC one, really, not the squee-inducing other--before sitting at the first open seat he could find. If worse comes to worse, he could always use his cane to fend off a rabid Siegfried. Seto's mood had plummetted. But coffee would help. Yes, coffee was the god of all drinks and would not let him down in making his mood get back to relatively happy.
Ignoring, ignoring, I must continue ignoring.

Siegfried looked at his coffee, eyes narrowing, but he refused to say something, though his lip curled up as though he was about to. Sieg watched him rather fearfully, in a manner that suggested he half-suspected the other man would suddenly explode in a flurry of flaming body parts and obscenities.
Siegfried's lips moved silently, at last letting a very small, very emotionless "hn" escape his lips.
"'Hn' what?" Sieg asked, as usual not knowing when to shut up about such delicate matters. "Is it about..." He jerked his head sharply in Kaiba's general direction, then took another sweet frosty sip of Frappuccino.
Siegfried, though his eyes narrowed dangerously, merely inclined his head. Yes.
"Um, hope you don't kill me for saying this...but, er, maybe you should talk to him, I mean..." The statement died in Sieg's throat as Siegfried raised his head and gave him an icy glare of "shut-up-now-before-I-kill-you-and-I-swear-I-will."
"Just a suggestion," murmured Sieg, looking away.

Seto now became the one to irritably sip his coffee. He couldn't even enjoy the thing now that he had Siegfried's eyes drilling into his back. Actually, it probably wasn't a wise idea to sit with his back towards the guy now that he knew he didn't mind backstabbing.
He tried not to let any of this register on his face. It was a good day. It was a good day. It was a good day. Why wasn't it being a good day anymore?! Was he going to come over and talk, or just sit there and glare? Probably the latter.

"...if you're not going to talk to him," Sieg said, "Then perhaps...well...perhaps I should."
"Mm." Siegfried gave no indication of whether or not he approved of this idea; instead, he closed his eyes again and crossed his legs, evidently quite set on the idea of staying in his seat.
Taking the noise as permission, though he guessed it probably wasn't, Sieg picked up his drink and shuffled halfway to the table that Kaiba was at. Well. Now he was halfway between two people who -- he sniffled suddenly -- probably didn't like him at all. He could always go back to his other self, who at least liked the way he looked...
No. No, he would help his other self through his mental problems by trying to get at the other side of things. Maybe if, by some strange chance, the other him was able to patch things up with Kaiba, it would be all sunshine and hearts and fluffy bunnies...
He wibbled longingly, then awkwardly proceeded to the table at which House Kaiba was sipping his coffee.
"Nnn..." he squeaked, then added, "Er, hello, Mister...Mister Kaiba."

Seto paused, set his cup down, and quirked an eyebrow at the other. "...Hi," was the awkward response. "...Shall I assume your other self has sent you over to assassinate me or something? Or is that just the paranoia? Because I'd rather it be the paranoia than to think that Siegfried actually decided to trust you with something."

"...it's the paranoia," Sieg said, biting his lip. "...he doesn't trust me with anything, even life. Just...well. Kinda thought...that you looked lonely?" Sieg was lying, and he knew he wasn't good at it, but he needed some excuse to be here. ...and then he cracked. "Actually, it's because...you two are angry at one another, and it's really really making things difficult for me. I don't know if you'd understand, it's just...can you guys stop fighting or whatever it is you're doing because I hate it when people fight especially if one of the people fighting looks just like me and oh no if you two start sending assassins after each other I'm gonna die I don't wanna dieeeee..." He was babbling now, and flailing quite expressively as his calm voice changed into a horrified squeak. "I don't want to die..." he said again, and took a comforting sip of his drink.

"...Um, okay, one: chill the fuck out. I think you should take your caffeine intake and cut it in half. Two: this has nothing to do with you. It's just me and him. Third--" and here he took a sip, "--I thought you moved out and didn't even want to be with the big bad wolf over there. Four: I'd be happy to stop this ridiculous little spat if he'd just let it go, but nooo, he's decided to hate me again." He muttered something that sounded like 'insolent bastard' and glared at the table.

"I did what? When?" Now Sieg just sounded confused. "But..." He shook his head. "I don't think he really ever stopped hating you." He lowered his voice. "You know what it's like, living with him? 'Kaiba this, Kaiba that, I will have my revenge, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera'. He's obsessed with the idea of revenge...and don't ask me, I think the whole idea of revenge is just being taken far too seriously by him. Oh, and I'm not even going to go into the things that he says when he's asleep..." He shuddered, then after a moment's consideration of the statement added rather self-consciously, "...I haven't slept with him or anything, of course." Another nervous -- this time, rather long -- sip, and then a wince as he whimpered, "Brain freeze, brain freese, ow ow ow..." and clutched his head.

He resisted the urge to facepalm. "I've already known for quite a while that he's way too obsessed with revenge. He's going to end up bursting a vein or something, but does he ever listen to me, noooo. Does he ever think that maybe I'm telling the truth? Noooo. It's just him thinking I was out to ruin everything. Which is just plain untrue." And no, he'd rather that Sieg NOT get into the things that Siegfried muttered in his sleep. There were going to be nightmares for Seto tonight thanks to that.

"He's just so weird and I don't know, I really don't know..." Sieg tapped his foot on the ground. "...maybe he should talk to you. But I'm afraid we'd all die if that happened, so I guess I can't do anything and I'm just...useless right now." He sniffled quietly. "Um...can I sit down?" he asked, doing so anyways without bothering to hear a response. "I'm sorry, I'm just really really feeling useless because I can't do this and oh please can you help me out here like say something nice or give me a hug because it's just so...so..." He shuddered. "Sad and I just want to be loved, is that too much to ask, but I think I'm having an emotional breakdown right now and I'm really unhappy and I just wish I could help or something..."

"...Er..." Seto shifted quite uncomfortably. Not only was it someone being overly emotional around him--he never was good in these situations--but it was his rivals other self having a breakdown.
"Um...there really isn't anything you can do at this point. He's obsessed to the nth degree, and I'm not willing to try and make out up with him until he stops being the way he is. I'm sure there's someone out there who loves you or something." And no, he wasn't going to give the guy a hug.

"No, there isn't," Sieg whimpered. "Would I be turning to YOU for affection if they did? 'm probably risking my other self's approbal just sitting here, and I'm useless, and I can't do anything, and please, Mister Kaiba, if you have any ideas about how I can get him to be nice to you, at least, please tell me so I can do something to help you two so you don't annhilate us all..." He took a small sip. "As I said, I don't wanna die..."

"And neither do I, but I think he's gonna kill me anyway." Seto took a long drink from his cup. "Look, if I knew a way to get him to at least be apathetic toward me, I would've done it already. The niceness thing just isn't happening."

"Yeah, but he doesn't exactly like you, does he? I...well, he doesn't hate me so much, and I don't know, but maybe -- just maybe -- I could do something...for you..." Sieg looked down at the ground. "I just want people to be happy...it's a flaw, I know, but I can't help it."

"I don't know what anyone could do for me. You know, you sound kind of like Ryou when you say that. It's okay you wanna make people happy. It's just not possible to do it all the time." Seto shrugged. "Rather hopeless, really."

Sieg shrugged. "It's a weakness, I know..." he whispered. "But...I guess there isn't anything I can do." He shrugged, then brightened. "Maybe you guys can...just talk, just for a few minutes? It's...well, a bad idea, or it looks that way at first, but maybe it'll work...or maybe I'm just being idealistic," he said, almost gloomily. "I hate it when I hope something good, something amazing will happen, and it doesn't...I guess...this is one of those times."

"I do believe World War III would start if we were to talk." Seto sipped and muttered something else. "He can come over here and talk if he wants to."

"I don't know. I don't think I want to go to him. And I'm sure he doesn't want to come to me." He was about to take another sip, then sighed, setting the cup down. "Oh, screw this--" Seto turned around and called back to Siegfried. "Hey, you know, I still don't see why you haven't taken my advice on how to treat this guy. C'mon, give 'im a hug. You know you want to." A smirk was on his face. So that wasn't the best thing to say if one wanted peace, but it was something, anyway.

Siegfried looked up at this sudden...noise, this interruption of his thinking. "What," he hissed, voice deadly, "did you say to me? And did you have to say it so loudly?"
Sieg shrunk back in his chair, looking to and fro nervously. "Nnn..." It was HIS turn to make incoherent sounds, though they were a result of fear rather than of noncaring.
Siegfried stood up irritably -- he wouldn't be getting any more quiet thinking time, would he, until the whinging shadow shut its trap -- and stalked over to his enemy's table, grumbling. "Here," he said. "Here. I'm standing here. Now can you speak just a little quieter? Or do you really want the one person within five miles who missed that first statement to be able to hear it?"

"Oh, stop exaggerating and sit down." Seto rolled his eyes and motioned to a chair by him. "I wasn't that loud, I mean, you were right there. So, do you want to talk? No? That's what I thought. See, we're not going to talk lik civilized people, because we hate each other," he said to Sieg this time. "There's just no changing it."

"Of course not." Siegfried answered for his other self. "We hate each other." He sat down anyways.
Sieg looked at...well, Siegfried...curiously. "That's not what you sa--"
"It is what I said, so please don't give him false hopes," Siegfried said smoothly. "We're quite happy hating each other, thankyouverymuch, and we don't need some idealistic little fool to shake us out of reality." He smirked at the upset look on Sieg's face. "In fact, we really don't even want you around."
It'd be a good riddance; he's probably been going on and on about the tr--about the lies that would never be true. And to my own enemy, too! Has he no shame?

Seto rolled his eyes again and resisted the sudden temptation to smack the IC version upside the head. "No, that's just what you want. I don't mind the guy. It's just you I don't want anything to do with. If you'd just decide what it is you want for once, that'd be nice, instead of doing a whole new face of the week every week. Oh, I'm going to lust for you this week. Oh, this week I'll say I love you and then deny it to the world. This week I'll kiss you and slap you, but next week I'll decide to kill you! Yeah, real nice job showing me you're sane."

"Look," Siegfried said, "I have no idea where on earth you are getting the 'I'm going to kill you' idea, but that is just not my style. As for the others, you just have no idea about how you manipulate people, do you? You're so naive about these things it makes me sick. And the fact that you believed I would ever love you..."
"You were very convincing," Sieg remarked.
"Oh, shut up, peon. The point is, I have been extremely consistent in my behaviour. I had not foreseen you hacking into my journal at the time I posted the entry; that is the only difference between then and now -- that your eyes have been opened."

"And," Seto continued, deciding not to comment on any of this, "I don't see why it's me you're so obsessed with." He snorted. "Why don't you just go hold a grudge on the 'real' Seto, since I'm obviously a pitiful little clone, in your opinion?"

"I have the larger grudge against him; it's just that I hate clones in general and Kaibas in particular, and because you were the one I was trying to constrict for so long. Let all that effort go to waste? I think not."
"You are a sick, sick man, other me," said Sieg solemnly. "I've scheduled an appointment with a therapist."
"Shut up, idiot. Oh, and not-real Kaiba, do tell. How are you enjoying your windchimes?" Siegfried sneered.

"...Perhaps I tossed them out the moment you left the room, hm? Maybe I felt the need to wash my hands after having handled something touched by you." suggested Seto, masking expression behind another sip. "Don't see why you would care. Or maybe the point is that you don't."

"That is indeed the point," Siegfried said, satisfied that his meaning had been successfully conveyed. "Glad to see you're not as thick as you generally act. Almost, but not quite, eh?" He grinned nastily. "Maybe if you work, you'll be up to average intelligence soon. And then you can work on up, can't you..."

"Don't make me spill this very hot coffee on you," he threatened gloomily. "Because I can and I will, and then I will go get myself another cup because I am in need of coffee because this was supposed to be a good day."

"Pity it wasn't, hm? Pity that you can't just learn to leave me alone when I'm drinking. For this conversation you have no-one to blame but yourself, so just spill it on your own lap, why don't you?"
Sieg muttered a few things under his breath and shook his head sadly.

"I bet you wanted to come over and talk to me, anyway. You're not leaving, I see. You came over and sat, didn't you? I was merely making a point that there's no way we'd actually want to talk about whatever the hell we're pissed at each other for, just throw insults."

"And, of course, that is true. I fear that you have actually gotten something right; of course, seeing as you were saying that against the master of naivety, I don't see how you could be wrong. Even you're not that dense."

"And I see you're still not leaving and still continuing the conversation," noted Seto with a bit of humor in his voice.

"Of course. I have to prove you wrong somehow, don't I?" Siegfried drawled. "You both lose -- as pleases the universe -- and I win. It all works out, doesn't it?"

"But you're proving me right at the moment. I said that you obviously wanted to talk or else you wouldn't have even bothered coming over in the first place. But here you are." Seto downed the rest of his drink.

"Mm, you see, I don't want to talk to you. I just want to prove you wrong. Large difference, my nonexistent friend."
Sieg twitched slightly. "I resent that term," he said quietly. "We exist, we're just different from you people, you know."
"I don't care what you think."

"Then again, you don't care what anyone thinks." Seto poked him in the leg with his cane for every next word he said. "You only care about yourself." Then he brought the cane back. "It's a shame that doesn't bother you."

Siegfried winced at the poking. "Well of course I don't care about anyone else," he said hotly. "Why should I? They're all fools who don't deserve anything from me. YOU'RE a fool who doesn't deserve anything from me. Why should I care about you?"

"Did I SAY you should? No. I'd rather you not care about me, but you obviously do. You care about revenge and you care how I react to what you do. But come on, there's got to be at least one person you'd rather be nice to than nasty to."

"...you know, I must say, there is one...wait. No, no. There isn't anyone I want to be nice to. I assume you aren't counting myself, because I want to be VERY nice to me, but other than that? No-one. No-one at all." Siegfried shook his head. "I don't understand people who think I SHOULD care. Waste of time, really."

"Gee, what a depressing world you live in, Siegfried." Seto sighed and stood. "You know, even I've got a couple of people, and look at me, always trying to kill myself. Revenge and hatred really must be powerful. That, or you do have someone, you're just not willing to share." He started away a little, tossing the cup into the trash before coming back and leaning against the table. "I don't see the point, really. Is revenge it? What happens afterwards?"

"I run my corporate empire, grow more and more powerful, and eventually become the most famous and loved person in the world," Siegfried said, "What more do I need?"
"Love in your heart?" piped up Sieg hopefully. "Caring? Fluffy bunnies?"
"Ah, yes. Rabbit heart stew. Disgusting concept, really; I don't think I'd like it at all."
Sieg whimpered quietly.

"There's really got to be more to life than that. I mean, that gets monotonous after a couple of years, doesn't it?" Seto twitched a little, clearly not enjoying his supposedly good day at all. "I need another coffee," he mumbled under his breath, straightening his posture.

"Would you like me to send the peon after it, or would you rather get it yourself?" Siegfried said sweetly. "I was going to have him get me another coffee as well. And no. No, it doesn't. Fame, money, and power can be enjoyed for DECADES upon end. Wonderful things, wonderful..."

"...Yeah, okay, I'm gonna have to agree with your other self here. You've got issues. Deep, psychological issues. They probably have pills for whatever you've got. And I'll get it on my own, thank you very much." Seto limped away, demanding another black coffee. He was pissed. Siegfried pissed him off so well. Clink, step, clack, step. "And if you want another coffee," he added when he returned, "then you can get off your ass and do it yourself."

"No need. PEON!"
Sieg jumped up nervously, out of habit, and hastily ran over to the counter and bought the drink.
"You just don't get what it is to have power over someone, DO you?" Siegfried asked lazily. "Even over a fool, it can be a marvelous thing. He'll do what I want..."
Sieg rushed back and handed over the coffee.
"...all that, and...well, nothing more. Just all that, really."

"How depressing. I mean, that's what I have servants and maids for, duh, but I don't have my own personal assistant to do even the most simple of tasks." He really wished his first stop was to customize his cane so that there was weaponry on it. That'd be useful right now. "I have power, I just don't abuse it."

"Abuse, or use correctly?" Siegfried countered. "He is useless in all but the most menial of tasks, and I wouldn't want to deprive him of what he CAN do. It'd be WRETCHED, really, to leave him without a purpose." He took a small sip of his coffee, eyes glimmering with cruel amusement. "Wouldn't you say, peon?"
"...I don't want to be useless, no..."
"See? End of story."

"Oh, come on, now THAT is just damned depressing. I'm going to thwack one or both of you upside the head with this cane to see if I can knock some sense into you. I mean, good god, YOU," he said pointing to the more in-character of them, "are just plain psychotic. YOU," he continued, pointing to the other, "just let him push you around because you have absolutely no self-confidence. Why do I feel like the only sane person in this place?"

"Don't worry, you aren't. Now, them..." Siegfried indicated the normal people behind counters, or sipping coffee idly, "THEY are the sane ones, if I am not sane."
"Sanity is overrated..." murmured Sieg.
"And honestly, I don't see why you feel the need to intervene on our relationship. You're acting like a therapist, or like the peon himself; stop it."

"Okay, fine." Seto threw up his hands and sat heavily. "Fine. Moving right along. So, Siegfried, do you even have a little plan for me? I doubt it. You probably only said that to make me wonder if you do."

"I most certainly do."
"A cunnning plan!" Sieg interjected, beaming.
"No, Baldrick, a stupid one."
"Really?"
"NO, you imbecile, I am incapable of idiocy." Siegfried rolled his eyes. "Anyways--"
"Are you sure, 'cause I--"
"ENOUGH! Shut up. Anyways, yes, I most certainly do, and it will remain secret for the time being."

"How thrilling," muttered Seto, clearly unintimidated. "Then how about a hint as to when this little plan of yours comes to fruition?"

"No, that would be stupid and not be listening to what the Evil Overlord List says I should do. You'll find out, soon enough, won't you? Have patience, my..." Siegfried's lip curled slightly. "Dragon."

"Okay, see, you saying it out loud makes it far more creepier than online," noted Seto taking a sip of his fresh coffee. "But if you want me to give you a pet name, forget about it. Or maybe I'll stick with bastard. Oh, wait, I say that about nearly everyone, nevermind."

"Mmhm. I am to disturb, do I not? It is...entertaining...if nothing else." He shrugged. "And I do so enjoy disturbing you. Don't bother trying to give me a pet name; there really isn't a name you could give me any worse than any name I haven't already been awarded." He drank a bit of his own coffee. "I'm special that way."

"Oh, of course, Siegfried, you're oh-so-special." Seto rolled his eyes. "At this rate, you're going to make me go through my pills four times faster than I should."

"You have pills, now? Painkillers, or to keep you from going insane and murdering us all in my sleep, I wonder?" Siegfried raised a single eyebrow. "Crazy as you are..."

"Which I'm not," Seto reminded him nastily. "Painkillers, for your information. But I rather like the idea of going on a homicidal rampage that ends up with me killing you in your sleep. It's brilliant. Thanks."

"Too bad you'd never get past my guards," said Siegfried mildly. "Why, they'd shoot you dead. And then I'd come down to yell at them, and end up giving them all promotions. Lovely, really, I think. You should try it."
Sieg sighed, a note of irritability just barely evidenced in his tone. His IC self chose to ignore this, however.

"Seriously, how can you not be certain where I get the whole 'you're out to kill me' idea from? I mean, I also assume there's going to be plenty of physical and psychological torture, but then it all comes back to death." Seto leaned closer. "Not that you'd ever get to do any of that anyway. I'm just saying, I have no idea what else you could be planning."

"You overestimate my thirst for vengeance," Siegfried said modestly. "Besides, what would murder accomplish? An easy escape for you. No, my dragon, it does not work out so simply. And physical torture..." His lips curled into a mirthless smile. "...I like to think I am above such things. For those deprived of all else, at least...and if you are imagination deficit, think big. Think spectacular. Think of MY type of revenge."
"...you aren't going to blow up his house, are you?"
"That was your proposal. Of course not."
"No, I suggested--"
"Quiet."
"Okay."

"Then blow up my company?" Seto once again rolled his eyes. "Think big, think big...you're going to somehow trace your liniage to Hitler and create the Fourth Reich and take over the world? Or is that too big?"

"It's not too big, it's too stupid." Siegfried rolled his own eyes in response. "Just shut up, if you cannot even begin to grasp it. It's no use to be an idiot and mock me; to tell the truth, it is making me rather irritated. Such emotions are an inconvenience to me, and muddle my clear thoughts."

"Then I'll mock you even more. Honestly, can't you tell sarcasm when you hear it, or have you become just that insane that you can't tell the difference anymore?" Seto smirked and pulled back. "Muddling with your clear thoughts is quite amusing."

"I'm sure it is, Kaiba, I'm sure it is. However, your sarcasm and your stupidity are quite difficult to separate anyways: it's hard to tell if you're being an idiot by accident or on purpose, you know. Besides, the sheer stupidity of that suggestion..."

"Well, it was big, wasn't it? Hn. Well, I found it funny, and that's all that matters." He started to make his way away from the table. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go enjoy my good day elsewhere. I fear that your negative attitude is going to make my day very miserable, and I just can't have that, now, can I?"

"Black hole of good emotion, that's me, I'm sure," Siegfried said, flashing a quick smirk...and then letting it disappear just as quickly as it had appeared. "See you on LiveJournal, then, shall I? Or perhaps you'd prefer to just read my private entries and not reply at all, for fear of triggering my so-called insanity?" He snorted dismissively.
"G'bye?" said Sieg, shrugging. "Try not to get into another car crash? Have fun? Enjoy life?"
"Stop being kind to the enemy."
"Sorry."