[ Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He really did know everything, didn't he? Of course he wouldn't just say so outright. He had to make a game of it. Play mind tricks. Of course he did. Suddenly everything gave him a sensation of deju vu and he could feel the dread in the pit of his stomach. This was the fear he had been trying to keep at bay and now it was undeniable. But Oswald knew had to keep playing the game. He had to finish what they'd started. He tried to sound braver than he felt, but if anything it may have just sounded pathetic. ]

What happens when my answer doesn't suit you? Then what? We just keep playing games? Or does it end there and you never tell me what you're really up to?