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[As usual, he's smoking. And it's not unusual that he's staring at the smoke like he's been hypnotized, but he's smiling more than he has in the years he's been on board.]
You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.
I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.
I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?
You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.
I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.
I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?
Private
[he takes very good care of books, Vergil will be happy to learn. It might come back smelling a bit like tobacco and leather, but otherwise it will be exactly how he got it on Christmas.]
Let's plan a day.
Private
[ Sadly, as the book was only mentioned in passing and Sparda's tales arent really told besides the basic saved the world. It can be expected to be a book full of stories of valor and bravery one demon on a quest to save humanity. Eva is likely mentioned as well as a powerful witch able to manipluate pockets of time.]
I will have to get back to you with that. I am set to work everyday between noon and four. My warden and I have come to an agreement for me to work in the library and he will think on getting me my birthright back.
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Who is he?
[He thinks he has probably asked this, since it's an important question and he's past the point where he forgets who Vergil is when they're not in the same room. But if he has, the warden must not be someone who's made a heavy impact on the Boy yet.]
Private
[ he spoke simply, he didn't have much to offer or share on the other. He Also didn't realize The Boy was a warden.]
And yours?