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I am not a nice man.

I've just been wandering. I came here, and there's worse places to be...

Yes, there are. I can say that with some authority, because I've been to them all.

*holds up two bottles*

Beer?

No, not all.

...But I can't turn down a good drink.

I can't imagine what I've missed, Connor MacLeod.

*tosses one to him, then opens his*

So, what brings you around> Trying to keep Mac out of female trouble?

The Sanctuary.

*Opens it gratefully. Looks like he could use one.*

I stopped fishing him out of women trouble more than a century ago. I've been... wandering. Trying to put my life back together, I guess.

Ah...right. Forgot about that. *nods and sips*

Re-entry into civilization is an adjustment. I've done it many times, though not after quite the same retreat.

Easier for you than for me.

I've never been good with people. It's even harder, now. But Duncan forgives me...

Duncan is a self appointed saint.

However, I've had my bouts of being something less than a "people person". You shouldn't expect to suddenly turn into the Christ brat, Connor.

Duncan is... the Chieftain's son, and he always will be.

I'm not expecting to turn into anything. I just don't remember it being this hard.

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