[Nearly there. Or at least, as many as he can reasonably remove under these circumstances.]
I went back. He was there, and he wasn't tired of living. He was...enamored with it. Amazed at the way the world was changing. It was...refreshing to hear. To see the wonder in his face at things like chimneys, handkerchiefs. I wanted to see if that would last.
And thus we started to meet once every century. Well-
[Once he is satisfied that he has done all he can do, Morpheus takes the torn piece of sweater from over his shoulder, beginning to firmly bind off the wound to help staunch the bleeding.
The faint smile flickers.]
Almost every century. But that's another story, I suppose.
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I went back. He was there, and he wasn't tired of living. He was...enamored with it. Amazed at the way the world was changing. It was...refreshing to hear. To see the wonder in his face at things like chimneys, handkerchiefs. I wanted to see if that would last.
And thus we started to meet once every century. Well-
[Once he is satisfied that he has done all he can do, Morpheus takes the torn piece of sweater from over his shoulder, beginning to firmly bind off the wound to help staunch the bleeding.
The faint smile flickers.]
Almost every century. But that's another story, I suppose.
Is that better?