"Yes. My twin brother. Giacomo. He looks like me, but he's different." He handed her a tissue, much the way he would with Giacomo. Then he started the car. At least she knew that he wanted to open up to her. That was at least something. "The smiling man is Sam. He's--"
Barty wasn't sure how to explain any of that. "He's good. A good man." Not like the many bad men that they were both used to. "He always tries to help and to do the right thing." Even if that frequently didn't work out.
He slowed the car down when they approached the gate, looking at the guard he had left standing there. He spoke to him. "Go inside. Find the self-destroy button. Enter the code 3-5-7-1-2. Blow this place up with yourself inside."
The man turned to follow his order and Barty drove them away from the place. He glanced at Eleven, smirking. "I'm not sure I do the right thing a lot."
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Barty wasn't sure how to explain any of that. "He's good. A good man." Not like the many bad men that they were both used to. "He always tries to help and to do the right thing." Even if that frequently didn't work out.
He slowed the car down when they approached the gate, looking at the guard he had left standing there. He spoke to him. "Go inside. Find the self-destroy button. Enter the code 3-5-7-1-2. Blow this place up with yourself inside."
The man turned to follow his order and Barty drove them away from the place. He glanced at Eleven, smirking. "I'm not sure I do the right thing a lot."