[It's morning, and Alfons has crept into the kitchen. Yuki's fallen asleep in Alfons' room again and, rather than wake the boy up to make him food--which he should do, and which Yuki will likely yell at him that he should have done...--, he's gotten up do to it himself. He sets a small pot of water on the stove and is now digging through one of
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What's the matter, blondie?
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I-I cannot read...
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Well that ain't so bad! Reading is boring anyway. It's more useful to just DO!
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Reading vas so much of mein life... Vords, numbers... I vas a scientist, an engineer back home. Und here, I vas vorking in the library.
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Anything but that... Please.]
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I-I cannot... I cannot read the vords...
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You're Fletcher's friend, correct?
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Ja.
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They took something from you.
[That much was evident since, you know, people who show emotion would more than likely be happy to be alive if they were whole people coming back. Blunt and to the point as always, he gets to the point of his next query.]
What was it they took?
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When he speaks, his voice is quiet and still slightly hurt.]
Vords... [Nods at the porridge box that's sitting on the table, just out of his reach. Just out of reach, like the words...] I cannot read.
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I-I vill be fine...
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Mein literacy.
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