Blake: Tomás, right? That’s your name?
Tomás: (Running his palms down his thighs) Am I supposed to tell you that?
Blake: Yeah, just no family name.
Tomás: (shifts in his seat) Then, yeah. That’s me.
Blake: You live at Arcas Hall?
Blake: Um, you have to speak so we can transcribe the recording later.
Tomás: Oh, right. Yeah. I live at Arcas now.
Blake: How do you like it there?
Tomás: Fancy as shit. They have this sweet Steinway.
Blake: You play the piano?
Tomás: Dude, don’t sound so surprised. People like me can learn to juggle, too.
Tomás: (Laughs.) I’m only messing with you. Yeah. I learned to play when I was a kid.
Blake: This is your first time here?
Tomás: Yeah. The place is freaky as shit. A prison.
Blake: That’s one way to put it, I suppose.
Tomás: What’s another way to put it? The place has a wall. Armed guards.
Blake: They believe they’re protecting us.
Tomás: (snorts) Yeah, right. They’re keeping us here until they’re ready to slaughter us.
Blake: Let’s talk about the Ark Boys.
Tomás: Let’s not.
Blake: I take it they’re not your friends.
Tomás: Dude, they want to shiv me and bury my body in their backyard. What is the deal with them anyway?
Blake: They’re the bloodline of the Four. As are you, if you live there.
Tomás: I’m not one of them. Never will be one of them. They’re psychos. Especially their ring leader, Kieran. Have you met that dude? Bro, he’s strung so damn tight he’s going to snap soon.
Blake: You know this is being recorded to be transcribed later, yes.
Tomás: I’m not afraid of them. Kieran can kiss my ass. He has his nose so far up his own ass he can’t [Redacted] smell anything else.
Blake: Okay, maybe we should stop.
Tomás: What is wrong with you people? You act as if they’re gods. They’re [Redacted] spoiled brats who believe they own the [Redacted] world. Well, [Redacted] them.
[Redacted. Redacted]
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Roxas Winters, Author 