I'm going neither, which isn't something I can say for you -- are you even listening to yourself? You're soliciting information, personal information concerning intimate rivalries. Incriminating information, good luck with that, rudeness aside.

[Eddie, meanwhile, seems to have little trouble gliding into the guise. Or what is arguably a guise.

He's had some time to think, since their last conversation, and reflect. Unclenching his glasses, he attempts to reconstruct the hinges that were loosened.]

Well that's another falsehood. I was the only thing keeping you sane, it seems, and dignified.

[A sneer:] Look at you now.