Disclaimer: I own nothing. Psychonauts belongs to some dude named Tim, and Sugar Rush bars belong to some company based in Japan.
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"Sasha?" Raz asked, looking heartbroken.
"Yes, Razputin?" The German Psychonaut replied dully.
"Don't you love me?"
"You know you are one of my most treasured students-"
"Then why? I mean, I thought we had something special, like a bond, y'know?"
"Don't breathe to much into this," Sasha warned.
"I thought you and I were friends. I trusted you. I gave you the best years of my life!"
Sasha stared, unimpressed. "It's not as if we're married."
"I thought I could count on you when things got rough. You've always been there to teach me how to shoot stuff, and how to crush stuff with a mere thought-"
"I'm STILL paying that off…"
"And now, now that the chips are down and you're the only one who can save me, you stand here and deny my needs, no, my destiny!"
"…"
"You know what you're doing, Nein? You're ruining my childhood. Can't you see I need this? It's as natural as breathing, or sleeping, or setting Kitty on fire when she's not looking. This isn't about me. This is about life."
"Nonsense. I am your mentor and I will decide when you are ready for this."
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?!"
Sasha finally had enough.
"Gah! Fine, here's your ultra-caffeinated Sugar Rush bar!"