Faker (Halloween)
A quick smile –it's a mask, an instinctual defence. I'd always been able to get under Ripper's skin like that.
A smile as false as an honest politicians –as false as a stage magicians' powers. As much a lie as the mask of the man that stood before me.
In the old days Ripperwould have been able to see past fakery, under the masks, had always been able to read the truths amongst my lies.
In the old days he would have recognized my smile for what it reallywas –not a taunt or a challenge –but a plea.
