[And for him, at least, things are better in this reality. No death matches and no experiments and no massacre of all his siblings, no slow slipping away of his memories thanks to the strain placed on his body by all the things Angelika had done to him. Only neglect, and a place without beauty.
But none of that matters much, now. He's taken himself away from all that, and perhaps the life of a florist seems a modest one to some, but it makes him happy. He's content. He's surrounded by something he loves and as such, he has no complaints.
Quietly, he says.]
It must have been quite the sight.
[But other than that he's content to lapse into silence until his coworker has more he'd like to say.]
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But none of that matters much, now. He's taken himself away from all that, and perhaps the life of a florist seems a modest one to some, but it makes him happy. He's content. He's surrounded by something he loves and as such, he has no complaints.
Quietly, he says.]
It must have been quite the sight.
[But other than that he's content to lapse into silence until his coworker has more he'd like to say.]