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Though MOMO had made me aware of the way this City functions, I doubt anything could have prepared me for an encounter with someone from my previous life.
MOMO, Jr... there is a realian here now, called Lactis, who was once my subordinate. As he lived a hundred years before our time, I ask that you please explain our situation to him, should he ask. He is dependable and intelligent, and I... I recommend him highly.
Strange.
For decades, I've never felt self-conscious about my actions. After all, my own self was the only thing I felt sure I could depend upon, but now...
I find myself wondering whether Lactis was disappointed to see what I've become.
Once, he was the cynical one, who looked to me for enthusiasm and dedication.
Now, what little remains of Jan Sauer seems to look desperately to Lactis... for some form of redemption. Forgiveness for my actions, even -- forgiveness for my attempts to murder the part of me which felt pain, forgiveness for my abandonment of the past.
But I don't have the right to burden him with my introspection. After all, I can still depend on myself...
Humans should not look to other humans for salvation, but rather to themselves.
But am I even human?
Why this sudden pensiveness? My morality was once so concrete.
What a strange City.