I know, [he grunts, but he doesn't bother suggesting that Charles could leave; they've been over this. It's nice to have some understanding between them, again. He moves to the window, crossing his arms and looking out into the black, eyes finding stars and trying to decide if he recognizes them.]
You know, [he starts slowly,] maybe I would like to find Magda again. One day. [Maybe it will be a waste of time; maybe it won't be. Hard to decide, while you're kept prisoner light years away.]
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You know, [he starts slowly,] maybe I would like to find Magda again. One day. [Maybe it will be a waste of time; maybe it won't be. Hard to decide, while you're kept prisoner light years away.]