[Rufus doesn't seek Hansa out, and the reverse is most probably true. Their paths cross on the way between buildings, though, and Rufus—now that he's able to see, and with fresh dressing around his arm to boot—stops to look at Hansa.
Thankfully, he managed to ditch the monkey a while back. For now, it's just them.]
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Week 3: Sunday
Thankfully, he managed to ditch the monkey a while back. For now, it's just them.]
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[And he instantly looks down at the arm. He saw it during trial, but...]
Hey. Long time, no see.
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Ten years, was it?
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Yeah. Went by pretty quick, honestly, but...it still was ten years.
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Well, I can't exactly keep quiet about it. I hardly want to bottle it up.
[He brushes some of his hair over an ear.]
Emet-Selch and I...we raised a kid together.
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[There's something...distant in his gaze, when he says this.]
He wanted to go to the city, so Emet-Selch and I took him there, and we lived there for ten years as the boy grew up.
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[He shakes his head.]
Of course not.
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Its complicated, but... [He shakes his head, his tone distant.] My son is dead, Rufus.
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[He's silent, before he gestures at a nearby bench.]
I'll tell it to you. Want to sit for a while, Rufus?
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...Randomly. Rufus, do you have children?
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No.
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