"I'm lucky. Not everyone gets to do only what they love with their life."
Not everyone gets an eternity to do it in, either. All the roaming and the art, always running at the head of spring and nourishing who needs to be nourished, with fun and hope or the concrete goodness of actual calories - he catches the hint of Saturday's nostalgia, and it's familiar. He wants to go home too.
But the other side of that job he loves, the one that lets him use every tool he's got to protect kids, is here too. By how these people treat their interdimensional slaves they've got to have children he's yet to meet that are being done wrong by. He can't go home before that's remedied.
His ears perk up as Saturday describes her work. It sounds like thieves work, to hear her speak so delicately of it.
"Oh good," he says, lightly. "This job we've got now is as odd a one as I've ever seen one."
He's got to find out her full skillset. Hopefully it involves breaking and entering.
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Not everyone gets an eternity to do it in, either. All the roaming and the art, always running at the head of spring and nourishing who needs to be nourished, with fun and hope or the concrete goodness of actual calories - he catches the hint of Saturday's nostalgia, and it's familiar. He wants to go home too.
But the other side of that job he loves, the one that lets him use every tool he's got to protect kids, is here too. By how these people treat their interdimensional slaves they've got to have children he's yet to meet that are being done wrong by. He can't go home before that's remedied.
His ears perk up as Saturday describes her work. It sounds like thieves work, to hear her speak so delicately of it.
"Oh good," he says, lightly. "This job we've got now is as odd a one as I've ever seen one."
He's got to find out her full skillset. Hopefully it involves breaking and entering.