"W-What have I done!?!?"
Jake had taken a moment to reflect on his 'confession' to Fatteus - who had seemed like such a kind, fatherly figure at the time, conveying the affable aura of a Holy Priest (or more like a fat friar) doing the Lord's work... But now, he realised.
The words had been, in hindsight, expertly extracted from him, like juice from a fruit squeezed, teased and caressed in the fist, leaving nothing but the rind and the pulp, as the pitiful remains...
*Gulps* Oh the pains…!
With a shaking hand, he grabs a glass of water and drinks thirstily, but even so, the burning feeling within remains, unquenched.
Oh why oh why, had he done it!?!?
In his mind, Jake now saw Ly Ly's delicate, expressive features turned towards him, a look of shock, horror and betrayal, and then, sadness, recognition, a soft, slow shake of the head, alongside a seemingly pained, weary resignation.
(In truth, all of this was in his imagination unfortunately, as Ly Ly had simply been utilizing her GASP Strategy [from Chapter 175] the whole time…)
"Oh… So you were *that* kind of man, after all..." Her expression seems to say, even as she turns away...
A cool indifference. A damning indictment.
"Nonononononinobobo!!!!!!"
Jake rocked his head in his hands, so flustered that he didn't even have the proper presence of mind to adjust the proper spelling in his above despairing utterance.
W-Where had it gone wrong!?!?
For a while now. Following the incident at the Police headquarters.
Perhaps it was the lack of sleep. Perhaps it was the sordid, queasy sleaziness of the whole *affair* with Fatteus...
But. For whatever reason; In his mind, the voices had started~!
"Judassss!!!!" *They hiss.*
"Betrayerrrr!!!" *They cackle.*
"Oh. So you were *that* kind of man after all..."
The reverberating rebukes began to beat, repeat, and echo in his mind.
As per usual in such scenes, there was, of course, also random hushed choir sounds singing scattered random Latin words randomly in the background, magnifying and literally, chorus-ing the compendium of deranged madness.
H-He was beginning to lose it...!
Prismatic light shines through the stained glass windows, adding to the sense of sacred sacrilege that saturates the scene...
Jake is now bathed in hues of refracted colours, shamelessly adding contrived cinematic depth and aesthetically accentuating the inner monologue and (melo)drama.
"Aaaarrggghhhhhhhh!!!!" Jake moans, even as he scrabbles for the power plug of the radio, which is currently tuned to the "Classic FM" channel…
"Hee hoo hee hoo de-us re-us res var-i-ae Lo-rem-ip-sum et tu Bru-te!"
A rising crescendo, as the voices and the choir increase in volume and intensity…
[Camera shows that Jake's hand unfortunately brushed the volume knob up]
*Jake's hand scrabbles and searches on the ground, painfully unable to locate the plug that the Audience can see is actually really close to his hand*
*finally* he finds and grasps hold of the plug…!!!
and then... thankfully, he *pulls* it.
*The sound cuts. The scene cuts.*
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