[ mobius drifts, and he lets the quiet sit, the story fall over him. there was a moment,

there have been a lot of moments. war's made of them. anger, this thing in his chest, in mobius'; it compresses. you can push it into another shape. (can't you?)

there are moments. cedric oughta be here, in this one. ]

Thank you. [ for whatever that cost to share. heartache, anger. ] 'S weird, sometimes. Not having a Sister here. A Mother. Know there's clergy in the city, but it's still — when you got questions, it's just you out there, y'know?