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[Flynn listens intently, scribbling in his notebook.]

It must have been the birth of discontent. [He tries to picture it, all these people now stuck in incomprehension and misunderstanding. A disaster on their doorstep, yet being unable to coordinate their relief efforts. Chaos. Fighting. Fear.]

What was it you were doing in the city?

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