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It is Walter Kovacs that stands by the newsstand, as if he owns it.
He knows it doesn't exist, anymore. Not where he comes from. It didn't take long for him to figure out that the doorway he'd found would transport him to this... this place.
He considers it a safe haven. A place where he can regroup. A place that isn't tainted by Veidt's act.
He quietly stands, selling his newspapers, not reading them. They might as well be fiction, to him.
He knows it doesn't exist, anymore. Not where he comes from. It didn't take long for him to figure out that the doorway he'd found would transport him to this... this place.
He considers it a safe haven. A place where he can regroup. A place that isn't tainted by Veidt's act.
He quietly stands, selling his newspapers, not reading them. They might as well be fiction, to him.