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These priorities and fears of yours...strange, to say the least. I hope you're not looking for me to rearrange mine to match, since that would lead to disappointment for us both. If I am to haunt the halls of this bizarre, new cafe, indefinitely, I would like to know that we share a better understanding than that.

...Were my friends brought to this place, as well, I suppose I would hear one, among them, laugh and call me a fool to hear it said that this...is not what I envisioned. Please don't think I give any credit to Marius's misguided melodrama, but perhaps there is a part of me that also wishes it could have ended...differently.

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I hope you find yours, friends, that is.

And I wouldn't worry too much about your mun trying to reorder your priorities, they always think they can and it never really works.

Provided I haven't lost them to equally as odd, yet reminiscent settings. I suppose it's possible I might.

Fortunately, I think she knows better than to try. I believe she's aware her anxieties and needs are her own, in this case.

The ways of muns are odd and varied, but you've got a good chance of finding them again, I think.

That's a good thing, though, it's always easier when they can differentiate their ... issues, from ours.

...That. My friend is a lot of really big and really fancy words friends.

[Frown] ...One more errant schoolboy.

I will hope so, then, too. It would be a quiet eternity, if nothing else, without them.

And recognize which "issues", as you put it, we might have in common.

[Eyebrow raise.] Hardly my "fanciest".

On the contrary, Inspector. I know my way very well.

As someone who's gone almost an eternity without friends, I can say for sure that it is quiet.

Exactly. There's something of us in them, or them in us, even the ones who don't seem like a match at all. Because if there weren't some connection, no matter how narrow, it wouldn't work.

...I'll take your word for it man. I caught like one word in three so. What do you do with words like that? You a writer?

I beg to differ.

Then I hope that's a situation since rectified, for you.

[Smiles.] I wouldn't have come, when she called, had there not been.

[The barest cringe at that turn of phrase] Not ... not really, but it's getting better.

... I like that way of looking at it. Being called.

I've done some public speaking, in my lifetime. And some of it has been committed to paper, yes.

There's a difference between writing and public speaking. Writers write, public speakers and writers are either actors or politicians. You look like you could be an actor. You don't smell like somethin' that crawled outta a sewer if you'll pardon the expression.

Interesting that the spy, executed for his crimes, would think me lost.

[Despite the eventual outcome of what happened he can't resist sticking it to the boy.] Executed by your friend, the man who seemed to sympathize?

And will continue to do so?

Certain calls are hard to ignore.

In some ways, yes. But in others... not really. The past is past and can't be changed. But I prefer to hope for the future than to despair for the past.

They really are.

I've been none of the above. Just a concerned citizen, hoping to reach those who wish to listen and learn. And fight.

I hardly knew the old man well enough to call him "friend". But he was quick to solve more than one of our problems, that day.

And if I told you that he let me go?

...You're not a priest are you?

My friend, I would agree, wholeheartedly. Don't just hope for the future, change it.

Far from it.

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