[ He huffs, not quite laughter. It's hard to qualify this conversation, or know where it's headed. Part of him likes that. He so rarely enjoys things for their own sake anymore. But the novelty keeps him put, and he accepts the whiskey when it arrives. Tips his head back and drinks. ]
I grew up in a shithole called Eremus, if that's what you mean.
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I grew up in a shithole called Eremus, if that's what you mean.