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[thegoodprince]

I wonder if it's odd, to go around this City simply to look for things to clean and things to fix and things to do. I suppose that it helps me to get a good feel for the place, though. I'm almost ashamed to admit that I still don't know all that much about what's here, even though I've been around for so long. I'm not sure how long, even, but...

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[playstheblues]

It's a....

It's a really lovely place.

Where else would I rather be?

[thegoodprince]

I don't know. New York, somewhere nice on the farm... I'm sure we could have managed a good deal of spots in the Homelands, as well. Or anywhere in the Mundy world.

[[ooc: Mici I am timing!fail and have to go to work nowish. I apologize for running off. D: ]]

[playstheblues]

Well....

I don't want to be on the Farm. In the end there was nothing really there for me. And the Homelands? Where would I go? Albion? To my first home? To Last Castle?

I wanted to be close to my friends. And you're my best friend, Fly.

[thegoodprince]

Yes, well... I suppose that, in the end I should have to say that I'm fine with everything that's happened. If I had not met you in Fabletown, well then... I would have to figure out regret without even knowing. Or... Well, if things hadn't happened the way that they had, I suppose I'd be dead, so it might not matter so much.

But what I mean to say is that you're my dearest friend, as well. It's one of the things that makes my longing for Haven something of a conflict.

Thank you, all the same. I really have loved you, I think.