To put it in more blunt terms...yes. I died. Was killed. Whatever. What's done is done, and I'm here so.....so, ah, it's done.
[A little sharp nod as a gesture along with the word. He can't dwell too hard on the past. He wants to. It stings like a wound. His Transistor, gone. Cloudbank, gone.]
[But no matter what, there must be a path forward. He won't stagnate like his city did.]
...Ah, thank you.
[He's not picky - his adroit hands reach for the offerings in an instant. He pulls a cig out with his lips, moves to light it in practiced, smooth movements he's done a hundred thousand times before. He breaths in, shakily. He breaths out, the smoke hot against his lips.]
i'm here in daytez hell so you know it
[A little sharp nod as a gesture along with the word. He can't dwell too hard on the past. He wants to. It stings like a wound. His Transistor, gone. Cloudbank, gone.]
[But no matter what, there must be a path forward. He won't stagnate like his city did.]
...Ah, thank you.
[He's not picky - his adroit hands reach for the offerings in an instant. He pulls a cig out with his lips, moves to light it in practiced, smooth movements he's done a hundred thousand times before. He breaths in, shakily. He breaths out, the smoke hot against his lips.]
[It's comforting. It helps to ease the mind.]
Are you from this place?