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[leitstern]

Travel is good for the soul, I hear.

But why?

When I was only twelve I was bestowed by the good grace of my sire an education in a delightful city thousands of miles from home. Dare I have a pleasant outing, you ask? The majesty of the finest library in the world seldom shielded me from the opposite of being in heaven; nursing frostbitten fingers and sleeping alone in the dark.

No, travel is the most dreadful punishment. For the fiercest soul is made to pine for the comforts of home. Where one is free to laugh and stroll amongst friends.

… I miss mine dearly.

Forgive me for occupying your valuable time with my musing but I must ask:

Do any of you pine for your world left behind? Is home something you miss?

[Do you feel homesick, Avalon?]

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[luminatus]

Oi! You're the one who asked!

[Who IS this person? Eleven is not good at navigating these phone things.]

[leitstern]

[Oh. The boy doesn't know.

What a waste.]

Really? Forgive me if I don't pity you.

[luminatus]

...Oh it's you.

[leitstern]

Your observational skills do you credit.

[luminatus]

Yeah? Well...

[Crap, he doesn't have a witty retort prepared.

There is a very long pause then...]

Ah, belt up, Jasper.

[leitstern]

[Whilst those words are dismissive, they barely register amongst the harshest he's heard. Indeed, his treatment as a whole at court had been more unbearable.]

Good grief, man. Now I must simply have the last word. What a shame, for I dearly love silence.

[luminatus]

If you like silence so much, talkin' to us on the uh ... phones... is a funny thing to do.

[Of course Jasper's original question had been in text but, eh, details.]

[leitstern]

Oh do stop banging on.

One is simply bearing an unbearable situation. Surely you understand that?