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Genesis was beyond irked to find himself attending the masquerade alone. Two mysterious invitations had been delivered in the dead of night to their small apartment, and while Sephiroth had been suspicious and reluctant to attend, Genesis had practically swooned at the poetry written in gold, cursive lettering. Whoever was throwing this masquerade clearly had exquisite taste, and he refused to hear a word against them from Sephiroth.
Genesis had spent the next few days visiting the shops to try on different outfits and masks (he had to find the best combination after all) and he had forced Sephiroth to come along and do the same. It had been more than a successful trip in his eyes. Genesis had found something perfect for himself, and he thought that he had pulled together a black and silver piece that would have suited Sephiroth beautifully, so he couldn’t believe it when the man had backed out at the last second.
“My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains,” Genesis complained to the doorman, as he had been for the past two minutes. “Can you believe how rude Sephiroth is? I couldn’t even invite someone else on such short notice! What does he expect me to do?”
The short, masked man looked slightly nervous by Genesis’ dramatic hand gestures, and he kept glancing at the line that had formed behind them. “Sir, I really just need your invitation…”
“Fine! Take two! It’s not like I have any need for the second one.” With a huff, Genesis tossed both pieces of parchment up in the air and strolled inside the marble archway before he could be stopped. There was an intricate courtyard that he had to pass through on the way to the main building, and while the red-haired man glanced at the various hedges and blooms surrounding a large fountain, he didn’t bother to stray from the path. Angeal likely would have insisted that they inspect each individual plant had he been there with him, but that was a train of thought that Genesis refused to go down right now. He had come here to have a good time tonight, not to dwell on the past.
Finally stepping into the foyer, classical music reached his ears, and he stopped to look a bit appreciatively at the dance floor. People clothed in every shade and variety of fabric swirled around the room together, while others lingered on the outskirts to sip champagne or watch the orchestra. It was a different experience to see everyone’s face hidden behind a layer of feathers and sequins, and Genesis chuckled to himself as he moved around the room to acquire his own glass of champagne. He had gone a bit over the top with his own outfit, choosing a blood-red tailcoat with his one wing exposed, and a false black wing sewn to the other shoulder. He had hoped for an avenging angel impression, though he supposed that it was up to the other guests on whether he’d succeeded or not.
As Genesis sipped on the bubbly liquid that he’d acquired from a waiter, he was just considering trying to find a partner to dance with, when a nauseous feeling swept across him so quickly that he nearly dropped his glass. That infuriating tug. Someone else with ties to Shinra was here.
He hadn’t known the pull of Jenova much on Zephon—from Sephiroth certainly and a weaker version from Zack—so Genesis was immediately annoyed that Sephiroth had clearly decided to attend after all. How he had even gotten inside without an invitation was beyond him, but he intended to go give the silver-haired man a piece of his mind. Slamming his empty glass down on a table, Genesis pushed his way across the dance floor as he looked around the flurry of masks for his friend. He grew more and more frustrated as the minutes passed, and it was more on instinct than anything when he finally reached out and grabbed a dark-clothed man by the wrist.
“There you are! Why would you tell me that you aren’t coming when-?"Blue eyes. Not green. Frowning, Genesis glanced between the man’s face and his silver hair that was far too short to be Sephiroth’s before he released the man and took a step back. "...Ah. My mistake.”
Even as he said the words out loud, Genesis wasn’t sure that he believed them. The stranger felt so much like Sephiroth that it was unnerving. Genesis was certainly no expert with Jenova’s cells—Shinra had deemed him a failure after all—but he was positive that the foreign sensation that he’d noticed was coming from the man in front of him as opposed to someone else in the crowd.
Something was wrong here. A slightly wintry smile crossed his face, and he spread his arms out in invitation. “Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” he quoted Loveless innocently. “Care to have a drink with me, stranger?"
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] “The wealthy love to flaunt their prestige, don’t they?” [break][break] Asael let out a few audible mumbles, still pressed against a wall with arms crossed. Though he could appreciate the elegant taste of the mysterious host of the party, Asael was not a fan of the sheer number of people present. In fact, those sinful thoughts of his began to fester into the clone’s mind. Oh how he would have loved to move through the crowd and create a cascade of bodies in his wake, carelessly hacking and slashing as that beautiful sanguine fluid spray across across the foyer to paint the walls red. It was quite the dramatic fantasy, one that quickly overtook his thoughts. In fact, he was so deep into this delusion that he nearly forgot that he was still in a public setting. Perhaps it was a good thing that the silver haired patron kept his sword off of the property for this endeavor, for both himself and the other patrons. [break][break] It took some effort, but when he was able to shake off those distracting thoughts Asael resumed his search. The clone was not here to simply enjoy himself, nor to daydream about the potential victims that he could split open for his own satisfaction. No, he had an objective. It was only by chance that the clone discovered the invitation to the Masquerade. The envelope that held it was originally attached to the mask he stole from a noble’s home. At first, Asael had no intention to attend such an event. There was no point in it. However, he soon realized that a potential lead on his manhunt may be present. If the clone wanted to find him, then Asael would have to attend the masquerade. [break][break] Time passed as more people arrived at the event. Despite not being able to see any faces underneath the masks, there were still other details that he could use in order to find Sephiroth. The long, silver hair of his target would narrow things down dramatically. But even if his progenitor wasn’t present, there was a second person of interest to look for. Ardyn had mentioned that Sephiroth travelled with another man; brown hair, red coat, and a black wing. [break][break] Unfortunately, looking for Sephiroth’s companion proved to be more difficult than expected. Many of the other guests had brown hair. And not only did several of them wear red, but it would be foolish to expect the man to show up in such casual attire like a red coat. Asael himself didn’t come to the masquerade wearing his usual clothes. The dark violet suit that he selected would help him blend in with the other guests. And to finish the ensemble, the clone wore the horned mask that he had stolen, which covered the top half of his face. He was to be another faceless person in the crowd, able to slip into the ball and find what he was looking for without suspicion. [break][break] Yet fate was always a curious with its methods. From seemingly nowhere, an unsettled feeling washed over the silver haired man. His vision blurred and was accompanied by his ears ringing. It was slow at first, but slowly amplified over the next few seconds. He let out a groan and pushed away from the wall in an attempt to go back outside for some air. [break][break] After wading through the crowd and almost reaching the exit, something had caught ahold of the dazed man’s wrist. In an instant, the overwhelming haze was gone, and from the corner of his eyes, Asael could see who had grabbed him. [break][break] “There you are! Why would you tell me that you aren’t coming when-?" [break][break] Time felt as though it stopped around the assassin and he even felt his heart skip a beat. A combined sensation of shock and confusion overtook him. Asael had been stalking out this party to find Sephiroth and his accomplice, yet it seemed like the man in red found Asael with no effort. On top of that, the clone’s senses were cleared as soon as the stranger in red grabbed him. It created an odd sensation, as if he an unseen force was pulling him in the direction of the unseen man. It was difficult to explain. In fact, it left Asael very unsettled. [break][break] “...Ah. My mistake." [break][break] In his mind, Asael questioned how he should proceed. Because his primary weapon was somewhere else, the clone kept a dagger concealed inside of his top. A kill right now would certainly catch the attention of Sephiroth and pull him out from whatever hole he was hiding in. On the other hand, extracting information from the stranger in red might prove to be more useful. It was a decision that had to be made quickly. [break][break] “Hmph.” He gave an acknowledge the other man’s mistake, yet accepting the request to share a drink after some hesitation. “As you wish.” That tugging sensation urged him to follow the man, forcing him into sparing the stranger’s life in exchange for information on Sephiroth. For now, he would play along and see where the situation goes. [break][break] Of course, if things don’t go in a direction that he likes, there was always the dagger.
Ugh, the man even spoke like Sephiroth. He accepted the offer to have a drink with Genesis in as few words as possible, and Genesis felt his eye twitch slightly at the familiar dismissive noise that he made. The resemblance to his friend was slightly uncanny, and he found himself looking the stranger over before responding. It was hard to tell what sort of facial expression he had behind his mask, but it didn’t feel like the silver-haired man had accepted his offer purely for the excellent company. It wasn’t hard to guess the reason why though. The man clearly had some amount of Jenova cells in him, so he likely felt that irritating pull the same as Genesis had. The only question was if the man knew enough to be dangerous.
“Excellent.” Genesis held out one arm towards the bar in a ridiculous flourish that always annoyed Sephiroth. “Champagne, then? Unless you prefer something stronger.” Genesis certainly thought that he might after this.
He led the way through the crowd, his large winged costume easily parting the sea of people in front of them, though he grimaced slightly whenever someone brushed against his actual exposed wing. He didn’t particularly like having the man at his back, but he at least expected some warning if he intended foul play. He couldn’t have had much materia on him without any visible weapons and armor, after all. Genesis himself had left behind much of his usual equipment, though he was sorely regretting that now.
“After you.” Genesis gestured to the masked man that he was free to tell the bartender his order first (that was only fair when he had been the one to invite him after all) and he was quick to acquire a new glass of champagne for himself afterwards. The liquid fizzed and bubbled near the rim of his glass, and he found himself eyeing it speculatively before he took a slow sip. The normally light liquid felt heavier than normal as it passed through his lips.
“Ripples form on the water’s surface. The wandering soul knows no rest,” he quoted as he swirled his glass before raising his eyes to look at the silver-haired man. “So tell me. Had you already left Shinra before you woke up in this world?”
Genesis had never been one to beat around the bush. If this man was anything like Sephiroth, then he might appreciate getting down to business too.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"]
Asael found himself moving through the same crowd of patrons that he had just passed through moments prior as he followed the man in red back into the center of the party. However, it was quite the spectacle watching the man in front of him clear a path with his wings. The large, feathered appendages definitely stood out amongst the crowd and many of the other attendees took notice of it. It left the clone wondering if the details that Ardyn gave him about the one winged man were inaccurate, or if the second wing was just a prop. Perhaps he would find out soon enough.
[break][break] “Champagne will do,” he said in response to the man’s question regarding their drinks. Asael wasn’t here to enjoy the party like all of the other people, so it was unlikely that he would even drink much. The clone was sure that he found what he came for, which was satisfying enough.
[break][break] The pair reached the bar and Asael requested the two drinks which arrived fairly quickly. The bartenders seemed to waste no time fulfilling the orders being thrown at them from the party-goers, allowing the two men to continue their conversation. In addition, the man's poetry was intriguing but it was not something that the clone was well versed in, thus Asael would not recognize the quote that the man took from Loveless. However, Asael did believe that the man was referencing the clone's search for information, maybe even his search for Sephiroth. In a way, Asael’s wandering soul knew no rest because of his relentless obsession with the man he was copied from. There was some irony somewhere in there, surely.
[break][break] Then came his question. The man in red was straight forward and right to the point. He must have felt this odd sensation too, the same one that was tugging at the clone. No one else had mentioned Shinra or even Gaia until this point, proving that the two had the same world of origin. In regards to Shinra, all he knew was that they were responsible for the Jenova Project. The winged man’s question was only further confirmation that Asael found the right person.
[break][break] “I suppose you can say that.” In a way, it was true. Asael did have a connection to Shinra through the cloning projects, but he was awoken after Meteorfall with no memories to his previous life. All he could remember were those nightmares of Sephiroth executing the other ‘copies’, with Asael only arriving after the event at Northern Crater ended. He was in the dark about most of Shinra’s activities, nor did he care about them. Zephon was the world he drifted on now. There would be no more Gaia, no Nibelheim, and no Shinra.
[break][break] “They’re of no importance of me.” It had to be made clear that he held no allegiance to Shinra. However, the question did raise suspicions of this guy’s involvement with Shinra, too. After all, he heard that Sephiroth had grown a wing, too. Was there more of a connection between the man in red and Sephiroth that Asael wasn’t aware of? Is that why there was that odd subconscious feeling of being drawn in? He had questions of his own to ask.
[break][break] “And you? Shinra does not seem to have any sort of presence in this place, but I have no doubt that someone here may still be aligned with them.” His question was not only used to deflect the question back, but to also segway into his more important one. “Perhaps not you, but another from Gaia? Surely you and I are not the only two with past ties to Shinra who now reside on Zephon?”
I love that Genesis is from too early to know about the Sephiroth clones
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
“They’re of no importance to me.”
Genesis threw his head back and laughed before raising his glass towards the mysterious silver-haired man. “I’ll drink to that. We’ll get along just fine then.” Truthfully, Genesis loathed Shinra for what they’d done to him, though he didn’t sense the same passion coming from the man next to him. He may have just been practicing caution—for all he knew, Genesis could have been a Shinra operative after all—but Genesis didn’t assume that to be the case. He suspected that the man felt towards Shinra exactly as he had said—apathetic. Now that was curious. He clearly had a sizeable dose of Jenova cells, but perhaps he didn’t curse his fate as much as Genesis did.
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber,” he quoted before he raised the glass of champagne to his lips. It was perhaps his favorite line in all of Loveless since it described his own personal journey so perfectly, and he had never been able to resist quoting it whenever Shinra was mentioned. It was just a pity that he had been transported to Zephon almost immediately after his degradation had been cured. He would have liked to witness Shinra’s inevitable fall personally, but that didn’t seem to be what fate had in store for him.
Genesis grimaced a bit when the silver-haired man turned the question back around to him by pointing out the likelihood that someone who was transported to Zephon like them still aligned with Shinra.
“I have the same suspicion, but you needn’t fear that from me. In case my earlier toast was too subtle, I’d burn their headquarters straight to the ground if I could.” He had tried as a matter of fact, but he wasn’t looking to scare the stranger off quite yet with that little tidbit. Maybe if the conversation got too dull by the end, then he’d share the tale of his ill-fated rebellion, but they still seemed to have a lot to learn from each other before that point.
“Surely you and I are not the only two with past ties to Shinra who now reside on Zephon?”
“I take it you haven’t come across anyone else yet then,” Genesis murmured, as he swirled his champagne a bit contemplatively. “I live with two others from Gaia, but you needn’t fear their allegiance to Shinra either. They’re in the same boat as the two of us, as it were.”
It was the first time that he had alluded so directly to Jenova, and he glanced over at the masked man to gauge his reaction before continuing with his own innocent question.
“Were you in Soldier, by any chance?” Genesis knew of no others who had been experimented on with Jenova cells by the Science Department, but that didn’t mean that he’d put it past them to use civilians. Still, even Hollander hadn’t been aware of any others besides Sephiroth, Angeal, and himself (at least, until Hojo had gotten his hands on Zack and that blond cadet). And yet here was irrefutable evidence that a sixth subject existed. It made Genesis wonder if something had changed since he’d woken up here.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] Laughter came from the man in red which was followed by more poetic quotes. Asael held back a scoff, or at least most of it. And this time, he didn’t even waste a thought to try and decipher the meaning. He wasn’t here to socialize and form connections. The clone wanted information. He wanted names. He wanted Sephiroth. [break][break] As the conversation carried on, it became obvious that this man had a seething hatred for Shinra. Asael was indifferent. Sure they were the ones responsible for the project that put him in this situation in the first place. But from the information he gathered while still on Gaia, they had already been decimated by the meteor and a handful of misfits called Avalanche. However, the possibility of hunting down the remnants of Shinra did perk the corner of his lips ever so slightly. He loved to play the predator, after all [break][break] When the winged man finally addressed Asael’s question, the answer wasn’t as pleasing as he had hoped for. He already knew that Sephiroth and the man in red were traveling together, but he needed to know if that was still the case. And the fact that there was now a third member to their party may complicate things further. A second chance at pushing for the names would come very soon. [break][break] “I have heard of them, but I wouldn’t know if I was,” he responded in regards to the question about Soldier. “My memory is not what it should be. Fragmented by the hand that the fates have dealt to me, I suppose.” He was truthful in addressing how his memory was not at all present. However, Asael did make his own attempt to pander to this man’s obsession with poetry. [break][break] “I cannot say that the name I have is even my own. Small things have shaken some fragments of my mind free, but I have yet to find anyone I previously knew.” Again, true. However, this was also his attempt to gain some pity and sympathy. If he could look weak enough then maybe the clone would not be seen as a threat. This was more conversation than he would normally care to have, but the situation called for it. Another push for the names needed to be made. [break][break] “Even something as small as a name may help me remember the details of my life.”
The silver-haired man responded that he wouldn’t know if he had been in Soldier or not, and Genesis pursed his lips slightly in response. “A touch of mako poisoning perhaps? That’s no good.” Unsurprising, however. He remembered all too well the comatose blond cadet that Zack had dragged around following their escape. No one fled from Hojo’s clutches unscathed.
While he was sympathetic to the man’s plight, Genesis wasn’t particularly interested in the problems of strangers. However, his attention was captivated at once by the language that he used to describe his memory loss. “Fragmented by the hand that the fates have dealt to me, I suppose.”
“Oh, I rather like that,” Genesis mused, pressing one hand to his chest as he took a languid sip of champagne. “My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.” Loveless, Act IV—or so he could have told him. Genesis could have also told him the page number that the quote appeared on in each edition under which Loveless had been published, but he didn’t want the man to think him obsessed. Being obsessed was for the non-committed, after all. Genesis was passionate.
The stranger went on to share that he hadn’t managed to find anyone he recognized yet and that he wasn’t even certain that the name he was using was real. Now that was a pitiable state to be in. Genesis offered him a few scant words of encouragement in return for the man’s earlier poetry. “There seem to be more and more of us all the time. Perhaps a familiar face will pop in someday.” He offered him a faint smirk before attempting to lighten the mood a bit. “Assuming you aren’t looking for a fresh start of course. I suppose not knowing anyone leaves you entirely free to follow your own pursuits.”
“Even something as small as a name may help me remember the details of my life.”
Genesis considered that for a moment before tilting back the remainder of his champagne and turning to face the man seriously. “Do you remember the stage play Loveless?”
It was probably in bad form to tease someone with memory loss, but Genesis was really only half joking. If he were the one with memory troubles, then he was certain that nothing would have brought him back to himself so much as hearing that name. He waited a moment to gauge the man’s reaction before laughing softly and setting his empty glass down at the bar.
“Alright, let’s bend the rules of this anonymous event then. Genesis Rhapsodos, though I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Perhaps it was best for him that his companion had amnesia. Genesis had launched several attacks on Midgar and the Shinra headquarters itself, so he doubted that public perception of him was nearly as glowing as it had been during his days as a First-Class Soldier.
“And the name that you believe to be yours? Truthfully, you look so much like a friend of mine that I nearly mistook you for him.” He felt like Sephiroth as well, though the initial shock of that had worn off enough for Genesis to consider the likely source. Zack and that blond cadet had been infused with Sephiroth’s cells rather than Jenova cells directly, hadn’t they? Perhaps this stranger was much the same as them.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] The question about Loveless forced Asael to shake his head in response. This man seemed to be throwing all sorts of useless information in his direction in order to shake something loose in the clone’s mind. Of course, he still did not give away the information that Asael was searching for. Suspicion began to run rampant as he started to believe that the man in red was intentionally avoiding Sephiroth’s name. Something needed to be done. [break] [break] “Alright, let’s bend the rules of this anonymous event then. Genesis Rhapsodos, though I don’t believe we’ve met before.” [break] [break] “Genesis,” he mumbled, repeating the name of the man in red. It did have some familiarity to it, although the masked clone wasn’t sure if he had heard of the name before or if it was because of his blood ties to Sephiroth. Some progress was good. If anything, he considered himself halfway to his objective for attending this party. [break] [break] “Someone with the initials of A.T. left a letter near where I first awakened.” As he gave his explanation, the clone took his first sip from the glass of alcohol. He had focused so heavily on extracting information that he had almost forgot that he needed to fit in to throw off any suspicion. “It was addressed to someone named Asael, and had some items that were familiar to me.” A second and larger drink was taken from the glass. “I may be this Asael, or I may be someone with ties to him. Whatever the case may be, that name is now mine.” [break] [break] This night had a lot of talking, much more than Asael was used to. In any other circumstance, he would avoid social interactions. However, the importance of this made the silver haired clone force himself to carry on, despite how much of a burden it was. [break] [break] “Has this friend of yours suffered in the same way as I have?” It wasn’t enough. Asael was becoming restless. It was an internal struggle to keep himself under control, although the inside of his mind was behaving much more chaotically than his calm exterior was allowing him to display. He had to push more. “Whoever he is, I am sure that he is handling his situation in this new world with finesse. A fresh start after leaving behind whatever trouble his past life may have led to, as you suggested.”
Genesis finally had a name to go with the man’s face--or mask at any rate. He still had no idea what Asael actually looked like beyond his short silver hair and the shape of his jaw that reminded him thoroughly of Sephiroth. It was still unsettling to speak to someone so similar and yet so different from his friend. It renewed his suspicion that Hojo must have injected Asael with Sephiroth’s cells as he had Zack and Cloud. Still, Genesis felt as if he must be missing some piece of the puzzle. Zack and that cadet had never resembled Sephiroth so thoroughly after all. Something must have been different here.
“A.T.” Genesis mused aloud as he ran the initials against the people that he’d known in Shinra. He couldn’t come up with any matches upon a quick reflection, though that wasn’t really surprising. It was likely someone particular to Asael’s life after all. “Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” he toasted instead. “I hope you manage to find this mysterious backer of yours someday.”
Genesis did notice that Asael had finally taken a sip from his untouched glass of champagne, which he was pleased to see. Perhaps he was finally loosening up and having some fun. If he was as close to Sephiroth in temperament as he was in appearance, then Genesis assumed that must have been a rare thing for Asael.
“Has this friend of yours suffered in the same way as I have?” Genesis was unable to contain a small, unattractive snort before he took a sip of his drink. It was almost as if Asael could read his mind and see the impossible situation that he was in right now. It truly was difficult to placate Sephiroth’s need to know what had happened to them without using the ‘Jenova’ word. Considering the spiral that it had sent the silver-haired man into before, Genesis had no intentions of repeating that mistake.
“Very similar, actually. He has a touch of amnesia as well, though not as severe as yours.” Genesis confided as he slid his empty glass across the bar counter for a refill. “And of course he’s handling it nauseatingly well. As if the ‘great General Sephiroth’ would be capable of anything else.” The last part was said mockingly. While he had great fondness for his friend, there was still quite a bit of jealousy and resentment that lingered, even if Sephiroth couldn’t recall what had happened between them. Genesis suspected that it would fade in time, but for now, his feelings were what they were.
“Ah. Shinra is rather fond of declaring people dead when they aren’t,” he clarified for Asael’s benefit as he received a fresh drink. They had declared Sephiroth as killed in action after the Nibelheim incident after all, so he felt that he should at least clear that misunderstanding up in case the man remembered that tidbit. Truthfully, he had been a tad reluctant to drop his friend’s name due to Sephiroth’s final breakdown, but the odds that Asael had been one of the few survivors of Nibelheim were slim. No, like anyone else, if he remembered Sephiroth at all, then it would probably be as a fallen war hero.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] He said it. Sephiroth.
[break][break] Weeks, and even months had passed since his awakening. Yet all Asael had to go on was an appearance that continued to haunt him. All of that searching led to this moment, and now he had it. There would be no mistaking that name, either. Genesis’s words rang internally, as if the name unlocked another portion of his lost memories. The name fit perfectly and it was one more piece of the puzzle that was now exposed.
[break][break] That moment led to a pause in breathing and even his heart felt as though it skipped a beat. The clone's skin burned as a twitch of his cheek tugged at the muscles on the side of his face. This did not last, though, as his surroundings rushed back into place. He was still in the masquerade and still in conversation with Genesis.
[break][break] “I see,” he responded, taking a second drink from his glass. More was consumed than the first time he drank from it, but only to hide the smirk that was yanked on the corner of his lips. Asael had to force it back in place to maintain his composure and finish the night with as little suspicion as possible. He had come so far, and it would be a shame if he gave away his intentions and Sephiroth was notified of his future assassination.
[break][break] “Well,” Asael commented as his head turned to glance around and create the illusion that he had other matters to attend to. Of course, he actually did, but this was to make it seem like it his exit was for a much less harmless task than what he had in mind. “I think I have expended my time here. I do not do well with crowds, as you may have seen earlier.” Again, referencing his past actions to play on his fake helpless victim persona.
[break][break] “Suppose I wanted to meet again. Maybe for more exposition on where we came from. How would I find you?”
