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We're all back from Eos. I don't know how it was for everyone else, but I got to live in a house with two beautiful women and a charming young man. There was a baby, too, but we had to leave her behind.

Now I'm in this flat that I moved into not long before we left for Eos, and it's fine, really, but it seems a bit empty. I know it won't be that way for long, since I'm very much used to living alone, but I wonder if anyone else feels a bit off after sharing a house with other people for a month.

And is it weird if I miss her? I know she wasn't a real baby, but she was so cute and sweet. Wherever you are, I hope you're doing well, little Violet.

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Poetry? That's lovely. I teach history, myself.

[ Hob is already getting an idea of what she must have been like. ]

Hindsight is the worst.

[ He knows he would have done a few things differently, as well. Hob takes up the bottle again and refills Otto's glass for him. ]

[doctopoda]

It is, isn't it.

[He moves to clink his glass against Hob's wryly.]

People always act more impressed by my degrees, but she was the really brilliant one. What is physics, compared to the - the human soul?

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[ Hob can't hep but smile. ]

You're rather poetic yourself.

[ Hob certainly knows how a loved one can rub off on them. He's sure Otto's wife had a lot to do with his outlook. ]

You must miss her terribly.

[doctopoda]

[Otto snorts.]

Oh, no. I never had a way with words like her.

[Though she has rubbed off on him. He just undersells himself there a bit - partly because it was an old routine between them.]

Yes. I do. [That's not the whole of it, but it's a lot. Maybe most. If his grief outweighs his guilt, does that make him a bad person...? Well, that's a moot point now. He rubs a hand over his face, slightly dislodging his sunglasses before quickly replacing them.] Ah, I'm sorry. I just keep talking about myself.

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[ Hob smiles. ]

That's why we're here, isn't it? To talk and to drink.

[ And so he'll take another sip of his beverage. ]

[doctopoda]

Fair enough. Tell me more about yourself then, hm?

[He still feels like he's been monologuing a bit. Maybe it's natural, when he hasn't really spoken about any of this before, but - it's still sort of a lot.]

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[ Hob feels as though he's told Otto far more than he tells most people already. Aside from that one secret he generally keeps to himself. ]

Well, like I said, I teach history. At a university in London. I like it a lot. I was feeling kind of... settled into things when I ended up here.