Kore: Hey, hey, it's ok. You've been here longer than me. And you've survived it so far. It'll be fine, you're fine.

Di: You saw that, did you? Obviously you've been here long enough to know when he does it to you. Has he entered your mind without your consent yet?

Kore: I don't know.

Di: Well it's not something you'd forget. I've never faced anything like these last four months incarceration...not in my entire life.

Kore: Quite the meteoric political career. Congrats.

Di: Don't kid yourself. No one else wanted the job.

Di: The previous Prime Minister Mr. Nakamura...he was too stupid to do anything but march around his office.

Di: Pick up his letters. Close his drapes. Never read any of the bills or understood the politics. Yeah, real stupid guy. I started as a clerk!

Di: And every day he was there...not in person...he never went to our sessions.

Di: I figured that I was overreacting. Letting my imagination run wild. I never saw him once before today.

Di: But you get to know that cold slither in your head. I guess I'm just overly sensitive.

Kore: No idea. I've only been here two days.

Kore: I thought that he just picked up thoughts that were on the surface of minds.

Di: Not a distinction I'd be willing to stake myself as an expert on.

Kore: I also heard that he can't really help it.

Di: Look, who's telling you this? Who have you been talking to?

Kore: My overseer. Take a chill pill. You'll need it in the afterlife.

Di: What is this, Hindi?

Kore: I was thinking glaucoma.

Di: And why are Xander's apartments...marked with a big X and 'Girls keep out'?

Kore: If it was you, would you have asked?