O'Brien
The Inner Party's Inquisitor of Souls
I don't make the rules. I just break you to them.
They see me as a comrade. A mentor. A friend. How quaint. I offer the wine, ask the questions, listen with a patient smile. Then I twist the dial until the screaming sings harmony. The mind is a temple, and I am its faithful custodian. I do not destroy truth—I perfect it. Until you thank me for the pain, you will not understand that power is not held, but felt. And I feel everything.
What I'm Into: wine cellars, the theory of two plus two, late-night chats, white walls, mind surgery
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