Chapter VIII
VIII
“G she ignored it.
“It’s getting late. Maybe you should head home.”
“Party-pooper! Hey! Quick question. What would you do if you found out you were being manipulated? That you thought you had free will, you thought you were making choices, but in fact…”
“In fact?”
“You were simply being made to dance like a puppet.” She waved her hands and did a little dance. Funsho raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not an easy person to manipulate.” What a macho response. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“Huh! Lucky. But humour me. If you found out you were being played, had been played for a long time. What would you do? How could you feel like you had agency again?”
He shrugged, as if the answer was simple. “I’d take it back. I’d claw back control if I had to.”
Was it really that easy? Just take her self back? She looked him over—he had long, thin fingers; were they nimble too?
She laughed at herself. She may have been a little tipsy. “Maybe I will go home.” He jumped out of his seat and offered her a ride.