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_{[If he wants a reaction, he gets one, but it's probably a rather disappointing one all in all. There's a smile but it's hollow: a ghost of his usual sunny one. He's remembering a deceased. He remembers beating her down. The memories are all his despite the fact that he did nothing.]

[And yet, she's right there with him at times, amid the drapes. He supposes he does love her sometimes just for that even if it's tainted by the strangled words between them and the occasional white of her eyes.]}

I feared for her, Albert. Fear opens the door.

_{[It wasn't about love even in the reality where he never met one Carmen Sandiego. It was always about his fear that someone would once again die because of him. That's why he had to follow, first of all. If he had followed simply because of love he would have found himself someplace else.]}