[Home. Here, and a hundred other scattered little spots across this city: the angel just a couple of minutes down the path more than anywhere, perhaps. This boat house is nothing holy: just a slightly warmer place horny idiots would break into on nights when the Ramble was too cold a mattress. But it's home.
Prior walks slowly across to John, kneeling beside him and finally turning to sit, shoulder to shoulder.]
And I'm it's last custodian. The only one keeping it alive. Though I guess now you'll be keeping a little bit of it, too. [Here, take this place to keep along with all the darker things you insist on maintaining.] Where's yours?
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[Home. Here, and a hundred other scattered little spots across this city: the angel just a couple of minutes down the path more than anywhere, perhaps. This boat house is nothing holy: just a slightly warmer place horny idiots would break into on nights when the Ramble was too cold a mattress. But it's home.
Prior walks slowly across to John, kneeling beside him and finally turning to sit, shoulder to shoulder.]
And I'm it's last custodian. The only one keeping it alive. Though I guess now you'll be keeping a little bit of it, too. [Here, take this place to keep along with all the darker things you insist on maintaining.] Where's yours?