TUELLER: “How’s your loyalty to the family after this?”
TUELLER: “The people who turned you into a mass murderer.”
STORY: He rubs his temples. “Don’t make me think about that right now, Tueller.”
TUELLER: “You think you need a short vacation before you go back to work, then?”
TUELLER: “Take some time off on the pleasure domes of Ishtar before you come back to the team that builds pink gas and parks asteroids above cities?”
STORY: He looks up at you, his face white. “What the fuck are you even talking about, Tueller?”
STORY: “This is _your fucking family.“_
TUELLER: “Only technically. They’ve disowned me and I them.”
STORY: “Not mine. I don’t call these fucking shots. I follow orders and get paid and some piece of shit higher up makes a decision that turns me into this.”
TUELLER: “So, you want to go back to following those orders.”
TUELLER: “Hope you don’t have to press the pink mist button again. After all, the pay is so good.”
STORY: “Don’t pretend like you haven’t gotten to where you are on their backs, Tueller. You may not be a Ya’Makasi now, but you were one long enough to benefit.”
STORY: “You were one long enough to kill for them.”
STORY: “And you goddamn knew as well as I did they’d do something like this.”