Morgana had her eyes set on Scott. He was moving up and eager to please. He catered to her, without being asked.
She..heh. Started to feel bad.
"Ana," he smiled, looking at her softly. "I want to tell you something. Let's talk."
She stood. He smiled. "Sit down. It's just a talk."
He sighed. He knew what would happen when he told her. He'd never see her again. But he couldn't help it. It was bubbling up this history, even if it was just in his head.
"I..." he started, pacing. "I had this...I call it dream. But it was more than that. It was a life. I lived a life, in this dream. And you were in it."
She swallowed, shifting, her eyes finding the door.
"I did some terrible things. I was manipulative and awful. Hell, I still am. But in this reality I made, this story, you...will you lost your light, Ana."
Ana snorted. "I see. Well it was just-"
He sighed. "Morgana, I know you only want me for my money. It's not that hard to figure out. And I don't mind it."
He looked down at his hands. "It's just...it was so real to me. And I keep trying ignore it, to convince myself it wasn't real. But it was real to me. And I loved her. I loved you. Or..."
Ana stood. "I understand. Scott, if it's painful for you-"
He chuckled. "It's easy for you to escape now right? That's what you wanted?"
She frowned. "Scott I have no control over your emotions or thoughts. I've been here to support you-"
"Please. I know who I am. I know the evil, selfish manipulative man in my dream is just me at my full potential. And I own that. But let's not pretend you haven't been grooming me since I wound up your ward."
"Excuse me-"
He grinned turning around. "I'm just your mental I'll cash cow. And I applaud the hustle. Because it is a hustle, sweetheart. "
"Scott, listen to me. Let's do some deep breathing."
He scoffed. "Right. We'll divert back to my mental illness while you dodge my accusations. And I'm supposed to listen to you. Let me know you know best. After all, you do know best, don't you Ana?"
Ana purses her lips, standing. "I do. I do know best. You're being irrational."
Scott sat back down folding his legs, he unbuttoned his shirt calmly, the prominent scar over his heart catching her eye.
"Are you trying to appeal to my heart, Ana? Because as you can see, I'm already heartless. Are you appealing to my sense of reason? Because I've lost my mind."
"Evidently," she said simply.
He smiled. "Evidently."
She sighed. "This whole big reveal, what was it for? What are you announcing? If you found me in the act, report me. There's no need talking to me about it."
Scott mused his hair, holding up a finger. "I could. But the point of this was to offer you a deal, Ana."
She narrowed her eyes. "What deal?"
"My dream may have been fake, but I have no inclination to do all the work of brainwashing, manipulating-if it's one thing I've learned from my delusions it's that playing god is hard work."
"Oh? You sound crazier by the second."
He chuckled. "So I've decided to cut to the heart of it. You want my money don't you?"
She shrugged. "Everyone wants money."
He smiled. "Be my Captive."
She stood. "And on that note-"
"Money is the match," he said quietly. "I can set all your fires ablaze. You can have everything I own. I'll even make a show of kidnapping you, so you can feel you didn't have a choice as you spend my inheritance."
She glanced over her shoulder.
"Money doesn't solve everything. So I take your money. Then I have to deal with you. What do you want?"
He shrugged. "I want my reality back."
she sighed. "I would be absolutely insane to even consider such a degrading proposition. You do understand that, correct?"
"Money can't solve every problem. But it can buy plenty of solutions. And all you have to do is care for a poor mental patient, living his delusions."
She scoffed. "That's basically a glorified whore. Selling my body for money."
He smirked. "If you only sell your body to one man, that isn't being a whore. It's being a house wife,"
