When he handed the poisoned cup to her, she took it with a “Thank you”.
There was a silence in the room for the next few minutes. He didn’t feel like talking to his kill. Money had told him a good deal. It had made him aware of the crime he was committing.
He had his eyes fixed on the cup. He had noticed that she hadn’t taken a sip from the cup.
“Drink. It’ll get cold.” He said in a motion towards the table, away from her so as to hide his nervousness. When he turned around and looked at her, she said, “So, this is it? You don’t want any of us here?”
“What are you talking about?” he said, trying to keep a straight face.
“I know what you are thinking. We all know. Money knew.” At this he couldn’t react. He kept looking at her as she confronted him.
“Yes, I know about Money. But I think he didn’t tell you that he knew. He knew all this even before coming down to your place. He knew that he was going to die. I knew it as soon as you thought about me and wrote my name on that list. You have to understand, we are part of your imagination, and we were born in your brain. We know each and everything that you are thinking about, especially when it’s about us.”
“Then why did you come here? If you knew you were going to get killed.” he started speaking his mind.
“Murdered.” She corrected him. “And I have already answered that. I came here because I am a part of you. We are all part of you. We have to do what you think, what you want us to do. If not, would writing down names on a piece of paper be enough to call us? It’s not a choice for us and we have learned to embrace it that way. But you must know something else too. Killing us won’t gain anything. You see, we are hypothetical in nature. We don’t exist in reality. Our imaginary nature is true to the extent that you can put money’s dead body out here in the open instead of your almirah and no living thing will notice it. It will only decay here as it decays in your mind. So our death will only hold to be true till you want us to be dead. The moment you think of us as necessities, we will rise again.”
“You lied to me. You all did. You are not my friends. You never were.” He said, trying to justify his acts.
“Killing us won’t make us your friend. True friendship is always mutual. We can’t be friends with you until you make some real effort towards our friendship. And that won’t happen until you stop dreaming about us instead of taking real steps towards having us. It doesn’t matter how slow you are going but you must move, you must make an effort. Then only we can be friends.”
The coffee had already gone cold by then. She gulped the whole cup in one go.