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A long sigh escaped Conrad's lips at the question, as if life itself was leaving him, and he sank into the building behind him. He stared at the sky for a few moments in silence, response enough to the old man, before running a hand through his hair and drawing a deep breath once more. What came out though wasn't words, but laughter, echoing across the surprisingly empty Parisian street.

[i][color=f26522]Why can't you leave me alone? I'm a nobody.[/color][/i]

Not even he knew why he talked so often with a God he had discarded, but these one sided conversations seemed to happen more frequent as of late- especially since arriving in Paris. Events of the past few months had certainly made things evident that there was something greater out there- whether supernatural or, as Conrad suspected, entirely natural. However, it's not like there weren't many things in the world greater than him to begin with. At the end of the day, he was a powerless cripple, and it was a bitter pill he had been forced to swallow many times.

Still, if God was absent Dietfried at least was present, and Conrad tried to wrestle control of the laughter than not even he knew the reason for. A twisted sense of humor? The absurdity of his day? A growing hysteria? Regardless of the cause, the old man deserved a proper response to his inquiry. Though truth be told Conrad had no idea how to reply, or more accurately: What he felt towards the man at that moment. Anger? Frustration? Apprehension?  This specter that was shattering his hopes of spending his last few hours before the time of his great appointment on his own terms. How exactly was Conrad to respond to him?

More than any single emotion at that moment though, what Conrad felt was exhaustion. So he simply reached behind the dictionary in his pocket and pulled out the envelope, showing the back of it to the old man as confirmation.


"[color=f26522][i]Herr[/i], I assume you mean this bloody thing? Am I to assume you have one too? Because I'm beginning to wonder just how much of Paris is carrying one at this point.[/color]"