"...You're already dead."
Mirelle stared at me. Or at least, tried to, but I couldn't quite tell, as her dark hair covered most of her face.
I waited for her to say something, but she only lowered her face onto the keyboard again. A window opened on the monitor behind her, and I carefully lifted her chin before she could delete anything important.
Her chin moved right as I lifted it.
"So I'm... less important than the documents on your desktop?"
"….."
"End me."
I moved her hand away from the keys and pointed towards the anomaly on the screen.
"I need you to laugh at it."
Her eyes followed my finger. For a moment, she looked at the anomaly before turning back towards me with an expression that made me feel as though I had asked for something terrible.
"So that's why you called me? To use me?"
"….."
"Am I nothing to you but someone you discard after you're done with me?"
"No."
"So I am…"
I rubbed the side of my face.
