High-Stakes Gambling

Downplaying the extent of your obsession, you told Goodbye you enjoyed gambling... sometimes a little too much, your friends had been known to say. In the movies, the spies always win their bets in the end. In the real world, it wasn't so simple... you rode that roller-coaster as far as you could and got off when your addiction would let you. Actually, it was a bit of a problem. You wondered if you should find a therapy specialist in CEDIT to talk to about this...

Goodbye's face went white. "W-Well, this whole operation is a bit of a gamble, in some ways. Try to focus on that, okay? Do not under any circumstances speak to an agent named Vaarvel about any sort of wager, game or otherwise. I feel like your personalities together could be... quite dangerous," she whispered, her gray eyes momentarily visible as she slumped her shoulders and hung her head, seeming to recall some particularly unpleasant memory.

You told her that it wouldn't be a problem. You understood the importance of the mission and wouldn't be side-tracked by anything as silly as that.

"You're willing to bet on that?"

Happily, you answered.

"That's not reassuring!!" she screeched, then sighed and calmed herself. "Nevermind. We have bigger things to worry about... let's talk about your mission here as a handler..."