'Great, no… splendid. It was for naught.' 'Naught? Depends. If your desire is to send an army of killers our family's way, yes indeed. If it's plain survival you seek, then no.' 'They don't coexist?'

'What… don't tell me you're still all groggy from the fall. Perhaps in novels, but real life is much tougher–––many more times a drag than anyone can possibly imagine.

If dusty history is not a reliable teacher for you, then the pandemic surely took that place. At least that one has the advantage you needn't be literate to savvy how reality always trumps imagination.'

'Whatever you say, whatever you say. So… what now?' 'Now? Isn't it obvious? Now we shall survive. And live a good life.' ' Ohh … pretty much everything here has something against this little weird wish of ours. Might you consider?'

'Then pretty much everything here is a goner.' 'Hm, I don't like the sound of that. Too much trouble, you see. I'd prefer laying low somewhere safe.' '…nobody told you it's mutually exclusive, no–––or did you forget about that too?' 'Fine, then I wish my future enemies all the best.'

'They are undeserving of your pity.' 'Of course not. That unlucky bunch won't ever comprehend the reason behind their demise. Just let me smoke in peace and offer my condolence in advance.'

'Idem, let me study alchemy, unobstructed by all, if possible. This also includes you. By the way, are you sure you smoke to offer condolences? It seems like an excuse to me.' 'I-it is none. Plain truth, you see?' 'Seriously, why did I even ask...?'