Twelve -- Voice;

[in_likeflynn]

Peace be with you.

Comments

[tattleina]

Oh, that's very nice of you. Peace to you as well!

[in_likeflynn]

Mrs. Bennett. I hope you've settled here well enough, circumstances aside.

[tattleina]

I think I've been doing okay. Of course, being away from my kids is tough, but I know there will be a way back soon. Are you okay as well?

[in_likeflynn]

I'm as well as I can be, thank you.

[tattleina]

Oh, that's nice! You seem to be in a good mood.

[in_likeflynn]

I need to get out more, not that this is precisely 'getting out,' but... I'm sure it would do me some good to be a little more cheerful and have a few more conversations.

[tattleina]

I'm sure you can find someone nice to talk to.

[in_likeflynn]

Undoubtedly. The City has its fair share of perfectly lovely people, to be sure. It's only a matter of quitting the hermit-esque habits I feel I've picked up lately.

[tattleina]

Are you looking for romance of some kind?

[in_likeflynn]

Oh, well. Not in particular, but I shall say I don't think I would mind it if it came along. A little more affectionate attention never harmed anybody.

[tattleina]

I'm sure there must be someone out there for you.

[in_likeflynn]

I am not so sure, myself. I am fairly certain that my time has come and gone concerning such matters.

C'est la vie and all that.

[tattleina]

Oh, that's silly. There's always going to be someone out there who is perfect for you, no matter how old you are.

[in_likeflynn]

It's not age so much as... I'm sort-of-dead, and memories cling to me. I would not say I'm in the state to do anybody any good. Or perhaps I haven't been for some time.

[tattleina]

Sort-of-dead doesn't mean you can't live the life you want.

[in_likeflynn]

I'm not at all sure what I want.