"Hopefully not boils," he says, the quip coming with an automatic, wry confidence he can't tell the source of. It might not matter, in the mystery of everything else, but it's another curious point of information; whoever he was before this, he knew that well enough to joke about it.
"I don't relish the thought of waiting to see if I'm right or wrong, but...if this is a cycle, I suppose we have little choice."
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"I don't relish the thought of waiting to see if I'm right or wrong, but...if this is a cycle, I suppose we have little choice."