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[im_notspecial]

[He's found himself a place to sit and the background noise is minimal.] Such a Sunday. And what beautiful scenery we have to take in. Sergeant, you believe yourself a man of God, do you not? Perhaps you would like to join me at a service this evening?

[He pauses to take a small drink.]

German...such a wonderful language, as well.

It makes me wonder

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[im_notspecial]

Do you know this for sure?

And the denomination does not matter. I would prefer a Catholic setting, though, if you would be so inclined. [Meaning yes, it does matter. A LOT...]

[im_notspecial]

Real enough to die. Your qualifications for what is real or not are quite skewed.

[im_notspecial]

A fair statement, Sergeant. But do their actions matter in the eyes of God?

[im_notspecial]

Of course.

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[im_notspecial]

[John looked up from his drink and watched as Howie unwrapped himself from his various coverings. John still had his gloves on, despite the warmer temperature inside.]

I suppose. But you must remember, Sergeant...only three days ago I was in a desert. Alive. Now I am in Germany, supposedly dead.

You can say that it's a bit overwhelming.

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[im_notspecial]

[He glanced to the camera on the table and then folded his gloved hands in front of him as he considered the man across from him quietly.]

Your guess is correct. Though I'm sure by my accent, or lack of, you could have guessed that without any information from me.

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[im_notspecial]

Scotland, if I'm not mistaken. [The "and I never am" was heavily implied.]

It doesn't matter. Every city is like the one before. [Pause.] You should try the coffee. It's exquisite.

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[im_notspecial]

It's the last place I lived, yes. [Whether or not he was from a city was different story. He'd let the Sergeant thing what he wanted for now, though.]

Where is the pretty blond? Your inmate?