[Firo bites his lip and wonders if this process, whatever it is, could be some sort of alchemy. It doesn't look like anything in Szilard's memories--or, rather, in those few memories of Szilard's that Firo dares to skim over right now.
He blinks, coming back to himself after the moments of thought. Half-distracted, he blurts out whatever comes to mind, watching the locals all the while.]
And then what? Are you gonna stick around to take care of it or something?
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He blinks, coming back to himself after the moments of thought. Half-distracted, he blurts out whatever comes to mind, watching the locals all the while.]
And then what? Are you gonna stick around to take care of it or something?