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You know those people who only appear when you least want them? They're gone for ages and then wham-bam back again?




Dworkin is sipping wine, sitting at the Observation Window, watching the destruction outside.

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Dworkin doesn't get an answer right away. His great-grandson turns his attention to the window, allowing his mind to wander down well-trod avenues, and then down little-used trails until he has to concede the man's words as entirely correct.

"I should." Another low sigh. "And occasionally I do." This said with the tone of a man who loathes the idea that his future is already fully mapped out for him.

Somewhere.

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They all get used to it eventually, Dworkin thinks with some amusement, even if it takes a little bit of a fight at first. That's only natural. It can't be helped. Their kind like to think they're so enlightened, but really?

Well.

"I do not have anything else to say about that for you."

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What's that human saying about leading a horse to water and then forcing it to drink? Or something like that.

"I appreciate that you've talked to me at all, great-grandfather."

He is entirely serious.

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"You're like your aunt, a little."

Bewildered affection.

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"If you are referring to aunt Fiona, then I will take that as a compliment."

She's one of Merlin's favorite people.

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"Tell me about the courts."

He's not managing precisely normal conversation, but close.

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"Haven't been back home in a few years, but things were beginning to take on a sense of normality. It was pretty bad right after the War."

They lost so many people, so much destruction. It's not a time Merlin likes to think about.