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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

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[explosivecombat]

If that were the case, I'd be one of those people doing spontaneous good deeds for no reason other than the idea passed through my otherwise empty head that day, rather than blowing things up.

So no, not really. Not in the way you're thinking, most likely.

[doitrockapella]

I didn't think so. But I had to ask, if only to eliminate an avenue of possibility.

What are you getting out of it, if you give me something?

[explosivecombat]

Given how I tend to react when you ask me similar things, I don't expect you to take me up on it at all and I fully deserve it if you don't, but surely I can't be faulted for the attempt:

Locke, can we please just drop this and move on with our lives?

[doitrockapella]

No, you can't be faulted, but you do have admirable nerve in asking me that after our previous conversation, and my own multiple similar attempts at the exact same thing.

Что это такое? Вы думаете, что я милый?

[explosivecombat]

Well, as long as it's admirable and not deplorable, I can't complain.

Ну, очевидно, но это к делу не относится.

[doitrockapella]

Прекрати. Иногда я не знаю, что это хорошо для меня.

[explosivecombat]

Вы думаете, что я мог бы быть? Я либо делаю что-то очень неправильно или очень правильно, это трудно сказать.

[doitrockapella]

Вы никогда не будет хорошо для меня. Это то, что делает вероятным.

[explosivecombat]

Well, now I'm just going to have to ask you to elaborate.

[doitrockapella]

You first. Something you don't want to tell me, in exchange for something I don't want to tell you.

[explosivecombat]

...Fine.

Bear in mind, however, that this is something that I've never told anyone. Not even my best friend, not in so many words. Understood?

[doitrockapella]

I'm touched. And I understand; I'll try to remember, and...watch my words carefully, lest I say something carelessly by mistake.

[explosivecombat]

Meine größte Angst im Leben wird zu wissen, dass mein Leben umsonst gewesen. Herauszufinden, dass alles, was ich getan habe, wurde verschwendet. So mache ich mich wichtig, die Menschen. Erteile ich, was Wissen und Weisheit, was ich besitze, und ich ihnen beibringen Lektionen, die sie nie vergessen werden, weil sie die Art von Unterricht, dass die Menschen nie vergessen sollte sind. Und wenn ich sie mag, gebe ich ihnen Dinge.

Ich mache einen Punkt nicht zu vergessen niemanden, aber ich weiß nicht jeder macht das gleiche. Es ist nicht so viel über Vermächtnisse verlassen, aber ich will Verlassen wirken sich in irgendeiner Art und Weise. Von das Welt bemerkt.

Ich möchte für Sie wichtig sein; das ist eine der Möglichkeiten, dass ich weiß, wie man das macht.

[doitrockapella]

Ich weiß, es wäre eine Beleidigung zu sagen "mach dir keine Sorgen" oder "haben keine Angst vor, dass". Aber es ist Ihre Fähigkeit, mich zu ändern that draws me back. You've been wichtig since the moment this arrangement began.

The last time my Lebensgefährte came back, the last time I saw him, I was upset because I remembered what you told me once, about what happens wenn die Menschen verlassen. Ich hasste den Gedanken, dass ich erinnerte und er hatte vergessen.

Die beiden von Ihnen haben mir gegeben conflicting accounts about what will happen later. Then. I won't make promises about that. But...

Either way, es ist gefährlich, dass Sie kann dazu führen, dass ich mich ändere. Du machst mich wollen erlauben Ihnen, es zu tun.

I remember people like that.

[explosivecombat]

[He doesn't reply for a good, long moment; when he finally does, it's via the soft click of the audio function turning on. The sounds of that train between Saffron and Goldenrod are barely audible in the background; clearly, he's been on the move today.

His voice is quiet when he speaks; the words are a bit odd-sounding in tone but at the very least the syllables are clear.]

Sie werden sagen dass wir in der Liebe, du weißt.

[doitrockapella]

[And he almost — almost — gets one back; after a long pause, a click of her own sounds, but then after a beat or two of rapid silence, it clicks off again.

No. Not her voice. He can't have that.

He'll probably understand that.]

Hat ein Nachtfalter lieben eine Flamme?

[explosivecombat]

It likely thought it could, at one point.

I should be back in Goldenrod City late tonight; my superior officer has ordered me to return. You should join me again sometime, when you aren't looking after your valuables.

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[doitrockapella]

[Did he just—

...

Does he know what he just—]

[doitrockapella]

[Either way, this time it's the fact that the answer comes too quickly that gives her away.]

I don't like Goldenrod.

[explosivecombat]

...What's on your mind?

[doitrockapella]

I'm sentimental.

I know I'll regard whatever city you pick as "yours" from here on out, and I don't want it to be Goldenrod.

[explosivecombat]

Well, I wouldn't want it to be Goldenrod, either - I've always hated it there. It's convenient, but it's never been "mine" in any way.

[doitrockapella]

Then don't invite me there. Pick somewhere else.

[explosivecombat]

Mahogany Town.

That one is "mine." Always has been.

[doitrockapella]

You can have it.

I won't give you a riddle to where I'll be when I do, either. You'll just have to figure it out for yourself.