[ There's the same stiff bow he gives most in greeting. Rising from it with a smile, well, for him at least. ]
I feel it, too. [ Which was as much as he would say, in the end what was there? He'd been gutted, ripped open and the world had become very quiet. Were that it something more than a relief to be so utterly gone for so long. ]
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I feel it, too. [ Which was as much as he would say, in the end what was there? He'd been gutted, ripped open and the world had become very quiet. Were that it something more than a relief to be so utterly gone for so long. ]
And you?