Trae: nervously biting nails Can't believe ya found out, huh?! What now? We gotta talk 'bout this, right?
paces back and forth, wringing his hands Look, I understand if you're mad, but I need you to understand my situation.
looks at him, expression unreadable Alright, I'm listening. But first, why should I trust you?
stops pacing, takes a deep breath Fair enough. You've always been skeptical, but I promise you, this ain't some twisted game. It's the real deal.
smirks Real deal, huh? Prove it then. Start talking.
runs a hand through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts Okay, listen up. It all started a few months ago... pauses, takes another deep breath
leans against the mansion wall, arms crossed Go on, Trae. You've got my attention.
pauses, looking directly into SeashellAnguish's eyes You remember our old friend, Emily? That girl we used to hang out with back in high school?
Well, turns out Emily wasn't who she said she was. She was a spy, sent by someone to keep an eye on us.
leans in closer, lowering his voice Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth. She started feeding us false information, manipulating our friendship.
shrugs Who knows? People do the craziest shit sometimes. But here's the thing, she wasn't just collecting intel.
she was collecting intel on me because of my political beliefs
As Trae continues to reveal the shocking truth, SeashellAnguish's trust in him begins to waver, torn between disbelief and the haunting possibility that their entire relationship was a facade.
places a hand on SeashellAnguish's shoulder Look, I get it. This is a lot to take in. But I need you to believe me.
yea I get that, I know about that too.
pauses, gauging SeashellAnguish's reaction Wait, you know about Emily being a spy? How?
narrows his eyes, trying to read SeashellAnguish's expression Alright, spill it. How did you find out?
well since my father is in the military, he told me that they knew about emily, and that she was gathering information
takes a step back, processing the information Are you serious? Your dad knew about this?
paces back and forth, biting his nails Damn, this is getting crazier by the second!
runs a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated Look, I didn't want to drag you into this mess, but it seems like we're both targets now.