[He's on his feet. Going for the door, because he's awake and maybe he can at least justify working on returning the pages of books to their appropriate homes in the library. Bookbinding is an art he is learning by requirement now, and it is quiet work. Good night time work.]
I don't know what any of this is.
[There's honesty in that statement at least. What any of this is is beyond him, aside from moving forward with whatever this aftermath will eventually settle as.]
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I don't know what any of this is.
[There's honesty in that statement at least. What any of this is is beyond him, aside from moving forward with whatever this aftermath will eventually settle as.]