Category: psychologue
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Hello, Integration
Scales/Storge/Eros: You! (glaring at Tick the puppy of Modernity) You are the whole reason we are fragmented in the first place. You are the one who should be sacrificed, not Friendship.
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Lecherio’s Confession (Sex v. Law)
But I’ve come to realize that I can do things that seem good to me, yet I end up at a place that I don’t want to be. / And that maybe there is a place for some guardrails…
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Lecherio’s Prayer (Sex v. God)
Um, uh, hi, God, this is Lecherio. This is kind of weird. I know that’s mostly Ernest’s thing, but maybe that’s the whole point, is that I, uh, I guess I need to learn to start talking to you from this vantage point.
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Hello, Embodiment
Cheshire: (turning to her) I am eternity. All times are the same to me. So whenever anyone messes with the timeline, they accidentally summon me…
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Goodbye, Death (Resurrecting Parts)
The self-hating thing / Now appears / As a self-emptying man // Waiting for us / Waiting for me…
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hel.lo.a.thing (The Un-Reconciled Part)
Youth: You… are not wrong. This is the pit that all mortal life is designed to avoid. And [looking at them with shining eyes] I thank you for the costly sacrifices you made, to keep me — us — alive.
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Hello, Shame (Third Reconciled Part)
Shadow: I once… was like you. But I ventured too close to the Place of the Skull, and it began to unmake me. I let out a cry of warning, and only that cry escaped. Now [shuddering] all that is left of me is that cry, which I use to…
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Sex 415: Welding Day (Finale)
Father Time and Mother Nature / Invite you to attend the wedding of their daughter / Princess Femininity (née ‘Nother Witch) / To Prince Masculinity (née Shylock/Contraption)
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Sex 414: Rainbow Connection
Connection: [nodding] That’s still true. And yet… I don’t. In fact [staring up in wonder] I think I actually love myself!
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Sex 413A. From Lecher to Connection
Your True Name is Connection. Sexuality is the strongest lever you could pull to achieve that, so it became your false identity.
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Sex 413: Geni-Oz Deliverer (G.O.D.)
Contraption: [to the Lamb] Are you truly the Geni-Oz we’ve been searching for?
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Sex 412: Ohm-Coming
She gazes into some sort of portal, or perhaps a mirror. Except this version of herself is calm and confident, not frantic and desperate. The other Nother smiles as she touches up her hair, then turns and holds out her hand to…
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Hello, Death (Hardest Difficult Parts)
Concluding from Hello, Family. The kids — Friendship, Affection, Stranger — have all gone to bed. I’m outside having drink with Resilience while Dialogue preps for a case tomorrow. Suddenly we hear footsteps. Reapparence Resilience: [pointing] There they are, Earnest. I look and see Officer and Debater heading our way.…
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Hello, Family (Harder Difficult Parts)
The door bursts open, and a statuesque blonde struts — there’s no other word for it — into the room. Friday’s jaw drops. Mine probably does too. / The resemblance to Dialogue is obvious, but while Di could be the cute girl next door, De looks like a supermodel. Make…
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Sex 411A: Lecher v Scribe
Your honor, my client is innocent. He is just a naive part doing his best to unfold. Sexuality is an intrinsic aspect of maturity: it is literally the definition, in biological terms. He should be celebrated for his sexual explorations, not condemned.
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Hello, Officer (Hard Difficult Parts)
My first instinct is that this is a horrible idea, which Friday will immediately reject as unprofessional. After all, he is the embodiment of my own legalistic need for perfection.
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Hello, Stranger (Darkest Difficult Parts)
I emerge from the tunnel at the bottom of my psyche and stand up. / I see a small man, or older boy, wearing a hoodie with a white Guy Fawkes mask. / His voice is familiar. / Earnest: Are you… me?
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Director, Silent (Darker Difficult Parts)
He is sitting dead center in a screening room. / All alone. / Reviewing silent films. // Movies about me. / The story of my life…
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Hector Protector (Dark Difficult Parts)
Hector: Don’t we all? I am the part of you willing to bear that karmic burden. You can hardly blame me for supplying what you demand.
