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He broke off and looked out the window to the clouds. They'd barely moved. A heavy lid, bearing down from the
heavens. Absorbing all color from the control tower and airplanes and ground-transport vehicles and tarmac and men in
uniform.
"People like Aoki don't scare me. They're all over the place, but I don't trouble myself with them anymore. When I run
into them, I don't get involved. I see them coming and I head the other way. I can spot them in an instant. But at the
same time, I've got to admire the Aokis of this world. Their ability to lay low until the right moment, their knack for
latching on to opportunities, their skill in fucking with people's minds--that's no ordinary talent. I hate their kind so
much it makes me want to puke, but it is a talent.
"No, what really scares me is how easily, how uncritically, people will believe the crap that slime like Aoki deal out.
How these Aoki types produce nothing themselves, don't have an idea in the world, and talk so nice, how this slime can
sway gullible types to any opinion and get them to perform on cue, as a group. And this group never entertains even a
sliver of doubt that they could be wrong. They think nothing of hurting someone, senselessly, permanently. They don't
take any responsibility for their actions. Them. They're the real monsters. They're the ones I have nightmares about. In
those dreams, there's only the silence. And these faceless people. Their silence seeps into everything like ice water. And
then it goes all murky. And I'm dissolving and I'm screaming, but no one hears."