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Even I still get homesick, sometimes.

Oh, Arthur. Do you... want to keep it that way?

That would be a difficult fact to change.

But, yes. I still think it's for the best.

No it wouldn't. You just have to show up. And how could it be for the best? Imagine having lost someone, and then it turns out they're still alive, and you could still hold them and love them and--

...It sounds as though you might have personal experience with that. I'm sorry.

I just find it difficult to understand, is all. I could never let my family believe I was gone when I wasn't. And not be able to see them again, ever, is just... No.

It was a hard decision. But living this sort of life doesn't exactly lend itself to a family.

I guess it doesn't. Still, it can't be easy.

Do you have any siblings?

I have a younger sister, yes.

[OH NOW HE'S GONE AND DONE IT.]

Arthur.

Yes? *maybe would take a step back from that terrifying look if he was a lesser man*

That's-- Okay, I get that this job is not your typical nine-to-fiver, but a little sister, Arthur!

A younger sister; she's not exactly little anymore.

And I said it was a hard decision. I do miss her.

And what about her? She must really miss you, too.

Maybe she does.

[Sigh. She's going to hug him now, and tell him, quietly, with zero sharpness behind her words,]

You're an idiot.

*doesn't react for a moment, then puts an arm around her shoulders and squeezes lightly*

Perhaps.

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