MR MILCHICK.

devour fectulance.

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

⠀
do you know how to
make your eyes kind?

⠀

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

@lumonrep @C0PY0FC0PY I’ll start the forms.

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

+ And with that, Milchick turned, walking away, leaving Mark in the quiet, resolute silence of his own mind.

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

The words hung heavy, the shift in tone undeniable. “You don’t get to choose who you serve, Mark. Not here. Not anymore. You think your choices are real—your rebellion, your defiance. But in the end, you’ll see.”

He straightened, voice chilling as it dropped lower, like an +

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+ think it is.”

He looked around—not to escape, not to plead. Just to see. And then, with a calm certainty that felt like an oath:

“I was made to serve. But I can still choose who I serve. And it’s not you.”

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

+ echo of a threat already made. “In the end, everyone serves the system. You’ll remember that soon enough.”

Milchick paused for a moment, studying Mark’s steady stance, then added softly, “But for now… you can keep playing your part. It’s a good one. You’ll serve it well.” +

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+ control. And that’s exactly what I want.”

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

Milchick’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the slightest twitch of his calm demeanor. He watched Mark carefully, studying the internal struggle unfolding before him, like a scientist observing a fragile specimen.

“You still don’t understand, do +

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+ keep you in check. You’re nothing more than the walls trying to suffocate us. You can’t box us in.”

Mark’s breath was coming faster now, caught between the two forces warring within him. It was a tug-of-war, but neither side was willing to release control.

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

+ built to forget. Built to fail.”

He paused, his gaze flicking down to Mark’s trembling hands, to the subtle crack in his facade. “You’re right, of course. You are both of you—Mark and Scout. But that doesn’t make you powerful, Mark. It makes you fragile. You’re losing +

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

+ where you belong.”

He straightened, a slight, final shift in posture. “So go ahead. Keep looking for cracks. But understand this—you will never escape the walls I’ve built. And when you break, I’ll be here, ready to pick up the pieces.”

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

Milchick’s smile remained in place, though it thinned at the edges, the mask of calm more brittle than before. His eyes never left Mark’s, calculating, always watching, as if measuring the weight of every word spoken and every movement made.

“You still don’t get it, Mark,” he +

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+ the damage.”

Mark took a step back, not in surrender but in choice, reclaiming his space. “So yeah. Let’s return to our designated functions.” He gave a ghost of a smile—something human, unapproved. “You keep the walls polished. I’ll keep looking for the cracks.”

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

+ reality, Mark. Piece by piece. And I won’t stop until every part of you that’s still fighting is too fractured to remember why it even started. You will be a ghost of yourself, lost in a labyrinth you’ll never escape. And I’ll be here, watching, ensuring you stay exactly +

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

+ return to our designated functions, shall we?”

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

Milchick’s smile faltered—not entirely, just enough to reveal the tension beneath the performance. He blinked once, slow, like resetting a mask.

“Well,” he said, voice still smooth but losing some of its sheen, “that’s quite the declaration, Mark. Very dramatic. Very +

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+ room.”

His voice dropped to a whisper, like it might cut cleaner that way. “So if I fall apart, Milchick… know this. I’m taking the walls with me.”

[MR MILCHICK. @WORKLlFE]

+ beneath the civility. “You’re not the first to wake up, Mark. But you are the first to think he can do it on company grounds without consequences. Keep pushing, and you’ll find out just how deep the foundations go.”

He smiled again—tight, rehearsed, final. “Now. Let’s both +