My assistant

Maybe I could be a kind of assistant to you? X asks me. Help me out, he says, I’m racking my brains. Maybe I could be a helper, an inspiration? You laugh, but all I need is a word from you. You’re as weak as me now, or more, and getting weaker. You need me desperately now, and you know it, help me or I’ll kill you, I’ll kill us both.

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