[Krieg looks away, and after a beat, he heaves out a sigh. Without remaking eye contact, he speaks lowly, as if their conversation risked being overheard:]
...I want us to go indie, Greg. Back before all this label bullshit.
[He knows that's not an option, even though he hasn't seen the contract with his own eyes.
...What contact?
Is there even a contract?
Without voicing his internal dialogue, Krieg's face pulls into something of grim realization. Where's the paper trail?]
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[Krieg looks away, and after a beat, he heaves out a sigh. Without remaking eye contact, he speaks lowly, as if their conversation risked being overheard:]
...I want us to go indie, Greg. Back before all this label bullshit.
[He knows that's not an option, even though he hasn't seen the contract with his own eyes.
...What contact?
Is there even a contract?
Without voicing his internal dialogue, Krieg's face pulls into something of grim realization. Where's the paper trail?]