.19

[awful_awkward]

[Abel appears to be out for a walk, late, apparently content to enjoy the scenery for the moment. He stops at a small overlook down a path by the river, leaning back against the railing and eying the side of the city in front of him]

It seems odd that so much of the city is asleep this early, it's not at all like the Template I remember. And what

Comments

[devilbrought]

You know -- talking to yourself is never healthy.

[devilbrought]

Guess so. Wonder what they'd think if we said this was a kidnapping.

[awful_awkward]

They'd think we were mad, of course. And I'm still not entirely certain that they'd be wrong.

[devilbrought]

Yeah, that's always unfortunate. The idea of being crazy.

[awful_awkward]

It hasn't been all bad, though. I guess if I was going to go crazy, I'd prefer something like this, where I can still look on the bright side!

[devilbrought]

Each their own.

[awful_awkward]

That's very judicious of you.

[devilbrought]

Yeah, sure it is.