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That's a farther-fetched thing to hope for, I'm afraid. Ten months, and with each one at least one new horror. For that...I think it's best to hope we put a stop to them, rather than the town deciding to be kind for a change.

[With the machines in their bodies, their veins, their brains degrading...it's not likely to get better on its own. He has no idea how to possibly do anything about that, though, and Winter had no suggestions when he asked.]

I guess that works, too. [Flynn isn't ready to give up hope that maybe at some point things do get better, but he won't blame Enoch for not doing so, either. After all, the man has been here a considerably longer time than Flynn and arguing against that feels... arrogant at best.]

... What do you want to do first? When we get out of here, I mean.

I don't know.

[It comes too easily. After this place... He's not even sure he can go back where he came from anymore. If there's anything for him there, really.]

I suppose that depends on where I go. Sharing a hot meal with my companions sounds wonderful.

[There were already pancakes, but...something more substantial. Something that didn't involve days of trekking through snow and dark tunnels and hoping nothing tried to chase you down along the way.]

I suspect that's an easy answer, however. What would you do?

Ordering tons of the junkiest junk food delivery to the Library and then spend all day there reading.

And then go to the botanic garden and look at all the green.

And then go have coffee with my Mom, in the sun, in a t-shirt.

The sun... Hm. If it's warm enough I could sunbathe for a while. But I'm tired of this sun that won't set here. After I'm done with that, I think I'd stargaze. A clear night sky. Cold, perhaps, but not deathly so. No danger beyond too-curious wildlife, easily discouraged.

That sounds nice. I think that's a great plan, Enoch.

[So was the subject, apparently, because Flynn's voice calms and warms considerably. It's probably important to talk about the nice thoughts, too, once in a while.]

[And that does wonders to his demeanor. Yes, nice thoughts, that's a good subject.]

Yours as well. Tell me about this garden you mentioned. It sounded as if you had a specific one in mind.

Well, I don't... Maybe. There's the botanic garden of the university? It's big and beautiful and excellently curated. They have a lot of rare specimen there and new ones tend to come in depending on the projects they're having. Really, you have plants and flowers from all over the world, ferns from South-East Asia, orchids from Hawaii, wild shrubs from Mongolia...

[He might go a little into rhapsodies over this.]

I actually helped look after some of them for a while, when I was getting my botany degree.

That's incredible. How- surely they can't all grow in the same soil?

Oh no, they all have their own section. The more delicate ones are kept in little greenhouses which simulate an accurate climate?

Plants from anywhere, grown anywhere, with the right care. I spent most of my mortal life and a good deal of my immortal one tending crops...learning what needed to be traded where it couldn't be grown. To think of a time when we could just trade the seeds, where no one would need to worry about the yield spoiling on the journey because of some delay or another...

Oh hey, so you know your stuff. It's pretty great, isn't it? Maybe I can show it to you sometime!

Apparently, only a fraction of the... stuff I could know. [He can't help but grin a little - this conversation is nice now.]

If we can arrange something like it, I would be glad to.

[Oh thank God. This is much better and Flynn relaxes, now that they both have their footing back.]

It's a deal. I'll give you the grand tour.

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