"Tell me something I don't know about you," Eames requested. "Something that would surprise me."

He and Ariadne were laying down in the dream park, waiting for Cobb and Arthur to finish up the secluded, clandestine conversation they were partaking in.

"Why?" The young architect mused.

"Because we're friends, and that's what friends do," he explained. "They share secrets with each other."

Ariadne found herself laughing at his justification. "Okay, let's see," she racked her brain, trying to come up with something that would astonish the imaginative forger. "Well, Robert Fischer is my brother."

The forger sat up speedily. "What?"

"Hey, hey," she held her hands up innocently. "I'm just kidding, no need to tackle me."

Eames glared at the juvenile girl. "That was not funny. As your friend, I am very offended, but also a little proud."

"What do you think they're talking about?" Ariadne asked after a few seconds of silence.

The forger crossed his arms behind his head and laid back down. "Cobb is probably explaining to Arthur how it was his projection that tortured you in that last level."

"What?" Ariadne asked, thrown off.

"You see, darling," Eames elaborated. "There is this thing called deception where someone else's projections take over the mark's subconscious. And in this case, Arthur seems to be the unlucky one who is controlling this dream."

"But, why is he doing this to me?"

"Deception runs on an emotion," the forger described. "And for this dream, it seems that Arthur's strongest emotion is anger."

Ariadne was silent for a while, digesting the information.

"He's an idiot," she declared after getting her thoughts in order. "You want to know something about me? I thought I loved Arthur, but not anymore."

"Darling-"

But she was already up and running.

Running away...

"Ariadne!"

"You're crazy, Cobb," Arthur declared crisply. "This time you've really, really lost it."

"Arthur-"

"No!" The point man ignored his friend. "I extracted information right from a projection."

"Think about it, Arthur," Cobb said carefully. "Did Ariadne ever tell you the information you extracted?"

"I don't think..." He trailed off as a memory suddenly flashed through his head.

"Can someone help me clean up tonight?" Arthur asked, frustrated.

"I can't," Ariadne smiled apologetically. "I have a dance thing at school tonight, which I'm already late for."

"Just make sure to rip the boys hearts out after you dance with them," Eames winked.

Ariadne laughed. "Yeah, I don't think that'll happen. I never ask anyone to dance."

"Why's that?" The forger asked.

"Because then they can't say no," she winked and headed out the door.

"So, I'm doing this to Ariadne?" Arthur asked, shaken up. "I'm torturing her, and making her cry."

"Yes, but you don't know you're doing it," Cobb explained. "See, deception runs on an emotion, and my first thought was love. But this isn't love."

"Well than what is it?"

"Anger," Cobb answered solemnly. "And in order for us to get out of here, I need to know why you're angry at Ariadne."

Arthur closed his eyes as all the moments he and the architect had shared came rushing through his head.

Just as the tiny bits of a memory were starting to form themselves in his head, they were interrupted by a brash voice.

"Cobb, she knows, I told her," Eames explained hurriedly.

"And what happened?" Cobb asked angrily.

"She ran away."

"You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore"

-You're Not Sorry, Taylor Swift