"Maybe he’s not going the same route." I say, thinking out loud, the ideas as new to me as they are to Argent. It’s like I’m listening to another part of myself, deep down in my subconscious, that’s already worked out a lot of this drek, and now I’m just repeating it to the shadowrunner. It’s a weird, schizoid feeling, and I hope my subconscious isn’t going to make a fragging habit of it.