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Gaff returned to the Tyrell Pyramid after Deckard had already gone through—after the questions had been asked the way the world expected. McCulloch followed, uneasy, carrying the weight of lessons half-taught and riddles unanswered. When she asked why replicants risked everything for a world that had outlawed them, Gaff only said, “Because obedience is quieter than living.He watched her, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the space between question and answer.
Tyrell spoke of desire as a flaw, hope as a byproduct, and McCulloch pressed for clarity. Gaff remained still. As they left, he folded a cicada from foil, wings perfect but head crushed, and set it on the ledge. Without looking at her, he murmured in fractured cadence:
“Deckard wa skin-job kiri… hombre. Tyrell yume-maker, piedad vende… haszon guarda. Chigai mi, mentira traga… te posee, luego.
The cicada sat like a quiet verdict. Gaff didn’t finish. He never did. And McCulloch, for a moment, understood that noticing what everyone else pretends not to see was the only way to survive in a world built to deceive.
(*translation - “Deckard… skin-job cutter. Tyrell… dream-maker. Pity he sells, profit he keeps. You no see difference… swallow lie… lie own you.
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Gaff returned to the Tyrell Pyramid after Deckard had already gone through—after the questions had been asked the way the world expected. McCulloch followed, uneasy, carrying the weight of lessons half-taught and riddles unanswered. When she asked why replicants risked everything for a world that had outlawed them, Gaff only said, “Because obedience is quieter than living.He watched her, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the space between question and answer.
Tyrell spoke of desire as a flaw, hope as a byproduct, and McCulloch pressed for clarity. Gaff remained still. As they left, he folded a cicada from foil, wings perfect but head crushed, and set it on the ledge. Without looking at her, he murmured in fractured cadence:
“Deckard wa skin-job kiri… hombre. Tyrell yume-maker, piedad vende… haszon guarda. Chigai mi, mentira traga… te posee, luego.
The cicada sat like a quiet verdict. Gaff didn’t finish. He never did. And McCulloch, for a moment, understood that noticing what everyone else pretends not to see was the only way to survive in a world built to deceive.
(*translation - “Deckard… skin-job cutter. Tyrell… dream-maker. Pity he sells, profit he keeps. You no see difference… swallow lie… lie own you.
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