[Stoneface had to smile at Youth's proclamation that he'd keep Lotus too busy to think about things - something that Stoneface knew for a fact would not work - but the smile was a crooked one.] I don't think it works quite like that, [he said pointedly.] Right now he seems to think that relationships are bad, period. You kicking the wind out of him so he doesn't even think about it doesn't seem like the best way to convince him otherwise.
[He thought about the record keeping of those lost for a moment, wondering what he could tell Youth. Nothing about his adventures to other islands, not for now. He trusted the man, but he was a reckless, well meaning sort with an extended circle of friends. Not the sort who needed to be burdened with the knowledge that he had. Besides, it was best to keep current records--if he went through the entire library, it'd be difficult to see any discerning pattern. It was good for other things, gathering other information. Like Free's suspiciously familiar handwriting.
But that wasn't what he was going to talk about now.] Wellspring's got patient records, doesn't it? Simon ought to have mentioned it. Could be a good place to start.
[He watched the light rain running off his helmet, and around the deserted area.] Oh, this weather isn't so bad, [he said, cheerfully.] So long as it's not raining ice, I don't mind. [Which was his way of saying that he rather liked the rain. People stayed inside and gave him some privacy on his patrols, and there was something special of tucking up in a little corner and having a quiet smoke, listening to the rain gently pattering against his helmet. It was comfortable.]
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[He thought about the record keeping of those lost for a moment, wondering what he could tell Youth. Nothing about his adventures to other islands, not for now. He trusted the man, but he was a reckless, well meaning sort with an extended circle of friends. Not the sort who needed to be burdened with the knowledge that he had. Besides, it was best to keep current records--if he went through the entire library, it'd be difficult to see any discerning pattern. It was good for other things, gathering other information. Like Free's suspiciously familiar handwriting.
But that wasn't what he was going to talk about now.] Wellspring's got patient records, doesn't it? Simon ought to have mentioned it. Could be a good place to start.
[He watched the light rain running off his helmet, and around the deserted area.] Oh, this weather isn't so bad, [he said, cheerfully.] So long as it's not raining ice, I don't mind. [Which was his way of saying that he rather liked the rain. People stayed inside and gave him some privacy on his patrols, and there was something special of tucking up in a little corner and having a quiet smoke, listening to the rain gently pattering against his helmet. It was comfortable.]