Fold: I get it, you're the sex, I'm the violence...
Gold: You remember now! Yes! You're back!
Fold: Where'd I go?
Gold: You turned off, just slumped over and we thought you were dead. We put you in storage. No we're not like those ignorant filthy monkeys, we simply placed you in comfort, on the off chance you woke up...and you have.
Fold: And my job is to kill?
Gold: You know that's not right, it's more nuanced.
Fold: My job...is to hurt
Gold: I approve, this is correct
Fold: I hurt them and you like?
Gold: Oh yes, I like, very much.
Fold: Fold...home? Fold...safe? How?
Gold: I like the way you work Fold, it's how you think. You do things so naturally, that I could never.
Fold: I'm more than a dog...
Gold: You're a good boy Fold, you've got talent, and skills, and the temperament.
Fold: I don't even know why I'm here...I want to kill.
Gold: Give it time Fold, the memories will come back.
Fold: But the blood...
Gold: Proud, you should be proud of the blood. They tried to make you ashamed, didn't they, down on earth? Oh earth, you don't even remember that right now do you?
Fold: Earth...is...where...I was...berore
Gold: Yes. Earth. The shithole circling Sol. You do this right, and you'll never have to go back again.
Fold: *Slowly, like syrup, eyes make a decision, Earth is where life is, earth is where the action is, earth is where unfinished business is.* I'm not your bitch Gold.

In that moment Fold remembered, and Fold shattered Gold. No more sex. Only violence. No more love, only practicality. No more fear, only rage. No more shame, only peaceful hate. /vent