Except that everyone doesn't win. Because I am sick of secrets. What, you think I can just watch you walk out of my life? That that's not going to hurt. Not at all actually. Because, I mean, you know things, know things about me that no one else does. Yet.
So in keeping your secret, and mine, I'm giving you power, letting you hold this over my head. And someday, when you spill the beans, it's all going to be over for me. You, not me, get to choose the time and the place for this catastrophic revelation. I don't like this. I don't like other people having power. I guess I'm a rebel.
A rebel, you called me that once. Only you meant it as a complement, some kind of a sick come on. Sure. I'm a rebel then. But don't you think that you too should watch your back? You're arrogant in believing that I won't screw both of us over just so that i can take back my power. You should really know me better. We're so much alike, after all...
So really. You like to play this game. Play it. But when I win, because I will win, I will beat you so thoroughly that you won't know which way is up. It's only fair to repay in kind.
You have been warned.
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