“Charlie. You’re gonna have to trust me if you want to make progress. There are still quite a few things you aren’t telling me.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Charlie, you’re safe here. This is a no judgement zone. Okay? Maybe, we could talk to little Charlie? Maybe little Charlie wants to tell me?”

“Don’t do that doc...”

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“Is little Charlie in there? Does he want to come out and play? Maybe chat a bit?”

“Fuck this shit man. I can’t deal right now.”

“Little Charlie... I’ve got your favorites. Fresh chocolate chip cookies. Extra gooey. And some whole milk. What do you say little Charlie?”

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“He made me do it.”

“Who made you do it?”

“The sorcerer.”

“Of course, it couldn’t have been you fault. The sorcerer. We can’t trust him. How did he use his powers on you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can I just have a fucking cookie?”