I have no one else who knows what I -- [am, he almost says. Irony fuels his blood cells; Chilton went from Will's warden, his antagonist, to his only ally. He went from manufacturing a Ripper to dining with the true one. It was ironic, and yet so just, that his only emotional outlet was the woman he had actively been trying to psychologically transform.]
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I can't. Tell Kenzi.