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[curriculum_fictae]

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[curriculum_fictae]

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He does have me now. After - after losing me for a long time. Nothing short of a miracle brought us back together.

[hijoperdido]

Then he's. He's really lucky.

[curriculum_fictae]

He is. So am I.

[ He eyes Bruno. ]

… There’s no one in your life like that at all? Not even someone you lost?

[hijoperdido]

Um. No, just-

Just the family. Out there, they don't know, I- [Just. Wringing his hands nervously again before settling to pick a rat up and hold it.] As far as they know, I left fourteen years ago.

[curriculum_fictae]

F. Fourteen years …

[ Martin stares at this tiny little room, the crack in the wall. ]

Oh my god. You - you can’t stay here.

[hijoperdido]

No, it. It's fine. It's all right, got plenty of food and good company, and- Look, it's really okay.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin shakes his head firmly. ]

Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere with people? Safe, loved?

[hijoperdido]

Anyone would, that's a no brainer question. But not everyone can have that, and I shouldn't.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes you can. You absolutely can. I -

Come with me?

[hijoperdido]

An-and go where?

Look, I- I really can't. Shouldn't. Just, the night I left, I- it's better if I don't go back.

[curriculum_fictae]

And go back to where I live. It’s a lovely place - I own a bakery there. And you wouldn’t have to go back to your family at all.

[hijoperdido]

I...

[He looks at that hand offered, then to the crack in the wall, his own drawn plate. Slowly shakes his head.]

I can't. I- I can't leave them. They're my family, I. I love them, it's just...

[curriculum_fictae]

[ God. Every word this man says makes Martin feel for him a little more. If Jon were a decade older, with no Martin in his life at all… ]

You’re afraid you’re hurting them.

[hijoperdido]

You ruin enough moments with your gift...

It's better this way.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin bites his lip, thinking hard about this. ]

How long has it been since anyone at all has visited you?

[hijoperdido]

Um. Well, I mean. No one knows I'm here so... You're the first in almost ten years. Since the night I had my last vision.

[curriculum_fictae]

… Then I’m not going to try to go home. Not right away. I’m sure I’ll just vanish when it’s time anyway.

You should have someone here.

[hijoperdido]

I really don't think it's a good idea. Not that you aren't nic, you are, just-

Look I don't know what to tell you. I don't have a good track record cord here.

[curriculum_fictae]

All the more reason for someone to prove you wrong.

[hijoperdido]

Yooouuuu, you are stubborn. Still not a good idea

[curriculum_fictae]

Definitely stubborn, yes. Absolutely.

[ He eyes that kitchen from here … ]

How do I get to the kitchen?

[hijoperdido]

[He watches those fears turn. Sighs and gestures with one hand over the arm of the chair.]

Door there to the right. Opens up just next to one of the cabinets. Just - don't take too much. Otherwise they'll notice.

[curriculum_fictae]

Of course. I’ll be careful.

Come with me?

[hijoperdido]

Uh, wh. Why?

[He asks, but he's still standing up to lead the way anyway.]

Just, quiet and sneak y'know.

[curriculum_fictae]

Because I’m going to cook for you, and I’ll need to know what you want to eat.