You're playing with it again. Why do you even keep that rusted thing?
Dunno. Just feel like I shouldn't get rid of it. *The sound of metal clinking.* Wish I could open it.
Did you not find it only moments before meeting me?
Yeah, but I still got that feeling.
Why? It's a piece of junk.
*A long pause.* Have you ever....felt like you needed an answer for something that wasn't really a question?
...if there's no question, then how can there be an answer? How is that relevant to this conversation?
I dunno. It's just...it's like I look at this...and I think there's some answer I have to find. Just...a feeling.
Hmph. Feelings are pointless.
*Another long pause and then some gentle humming. And then a quiet singing.*
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....and the point of that?
...the same as me keeping this thing.