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[epistemological]

[ He nods. ]

A completely accurate recreation. Including the books. The furniture. Every ding and scratch.

[corkscrewed]

You didn't feel like changing it up at all?

[ he's bringing the glass of water over, sliding it in front of jon. ]

[epistemological]

[ He shrugs.]

Seemed like it'd be convenient. I'm not in here much anyway.

[ He glances over at Martin.]

What'd you get?

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Place where I grew up. Quite nice, actually. I mean - it's not the whole house, not like it brought my mum's old room, but - it's better than my little flat in London.

[ he's not very fond of that place anymore, anyway. ]

[epistemological]

I was going to say, I've got a guest room if you needed it.

[ If he'd had his flat in London, which he knows Martin is not particularly fond of.]

A proper house, though? That's... nice.

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Well, it's not - it was a townhouse. We didn't rent the whole building.

[ that's the less important part. the bigger thing here- ]

You were going to let me stay with you?

[epistemological]

If you were stuck with your flat?

[ That comes with a snort. And a nod.]

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I, um.

[ HE IS WEIRDLY AND DEEPLY TOUCHED BY THIS. ]

Thanks, Jon. That means a lot.

[epistemological]

[ He just flutters his hand as if to say 'of course' before taking a long sip of his drink.]

[corkscrewed]

[ martin falls silent for a moment, before finally, quietly, to himself: ]

I knew there was more to the story than 'breadknife.'

[epistemological]

[ That has him blinking and looking up.]

Is that really what you're taking from all of this?

[corkscrewed]

It's been driving me crazy, Jon.

[ pointedly.

he's getting a little drunk. ]

[epistemological]

Was there anything else you wanted to clear up?

[corkscrewed]

[ yeah.



he's a little drunk. ]

What would you have done if I was a ghost?

[epistemological]

...really?

[ He snorts and takes another sip.]

Not much. Maybe see if I could find your body or something.

[corkscrewed]

[ his nose wrinkles. ]

Immediately into problem solving mode. Maybe I wouldn't have wanted to be put at rest.

[epistemological]

But you couldn't make a proper choice until we'd found it, now, could you?

You'd deserve the choice.

[corkscrewed]

What if I'd been dead and didn't know it? Like, if she'd gotten me while I slept.

[ lmao he's just.


he's just thoughtfully considering awful scenarios here. ]

[epistemological]

[ Yeah, he's going to squint at you on that one. ]

Is there a point to this line of inquiry?

[corkscrewed]

[ martin is undeterred. ]

Just trying to figure out how I might've been dead in the Institute.

[epistemological]

Honestly, it's more amazing that we're all not dead.

[corkscrewed]

— like Sasha.

[ he hesitates, but takes the water instead of the liquor. ]

[epistemological]

[ He winces. He shouldn't have, and he knows he shouldn't have.]

...sorry.

[ It being longer... doesn't make it any better.]

[corkscrewed]

No, it's — don't be sorry. You miss her, too.

[ he just wishes he remembered her. ]

I keep having these — thoughts. It's... ugly.

[ and he didn't mean to admit this out loud. ]

[epistemological]

Thoughts?

[ It's an invitation. ]