Qing's Tape 1, Side A
Dra.Yen: What is your name?
Qing: (sounding young) Wang Qing.
Dra.Yen: And how old are you, Wang Qing?
Qing: Fifteen. Is this an investigation? Did my GrandMa got you to interrogate me?
Dra.Yen: (amusement on her tone) Do you go to school?
Qing: (sighing) I see. You are the only one allowed to ask questions. This IS an investigation.
Dra.Yen: Do you go to school?
Qing: (flat tone) Yes.
Dra.Yen: Do have anything to say to me? Anything you want to ask?
Qing: What is a psychopath?
Dra.Yen: Do you think you are a psychopath?
Qing: Are you qualified to brand me as a psychopath?
Dra.Yen: I am not here to brand or judge you.
Qing: Then why are you here?
Dra.Yen: I like listening to stories. Good stories. And I think you have a story to tell, Qing. So, do you think you are a psychopath?
Qing: You have a one track mind.
Dra.Yen: Or not easily distracted. You are a distracting boy, Qing. Good looking, eloquent speaker, good mannered. You can easily divert people's attention.
Qing: Nothing interest me.
Dra.Yen: And that's what I mean. Now, you divert my attention again...
Qing: I don't find anything interesting. Things are boring. People are boring. Why am I like this?
Dra.Yen: What interest you?
Qing: (sighing) I just told you that I don't find anything interesting.
Dra.Yen: You said things and people don't interest you. How about Qing? Does Qing interest you?
Silence.
Qing: Nice one. And yes, I am interested about myself. Who I am. What I am. All my interest revolve around myself. Am I narcissistic?
Dra.Yen: Probably. How about worry? What is your worry Qing?
Qing: You are very distractable.
Dra.Yen: (laughing softly) Are you interested in me?
Qing: No. And that is why I think you cannot help me.
Dra.Yen: I can't help you? Or you won't help yourself? Is it comfortable, to find people and things boring so you won't care for them?
Qing: What do you...
Dra.Yen: I think it's not that you don't find things and other people interesting. It's because you don't want to care for them so you dismissed them. Am I right?
Qing: No, I don't think it's like thar at all. I want to care for people, I just find it hard to feel anything for them.
Dra.Yen: I see. Then let me ask you this, what are you afraid of Wang Qing?
Silence again.
Qing: I am not afraid of anything.
Dra.Yen: Are you lying to me?
Qing: (sighing) You said you are a good listener. Are you sure about that?
Dra.Yen: (surprised tone) Oh you mean you are afraid that you are not afraid of anything?
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