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Boromir is in the bar. He has coffee and waffles.

"Perhaps, in order to wish for redemption, you must first be aware it is possible. Whatever was your cause to change your path, it was enough to make you change your ways. Orcs, I would say, are not taught of such things as mercy."

"They are made, they are bred, they are taught, or not taught - they sounds o utterly passive, mentally. Were I to take a newly hatched orc straight from its slimy pod - sorry - and taught it all those things, what would that make him?"

Asar-Suti shrugs. The dilemma of the orcs has always been an interesting point, and here he is, discussing it with somebody who has actually fought the creatures. Boromir, actually, he reminds himself, having to keep his face from incongruously grinning.

"Perhaps an orc could be taught mercy and tenderness." He shrugs. "Perhaps all your lessons would go to waste. I cannot say. I just kill them when they try to kill me."

Asar-Suti nods.

"The 'try to kill you' part is rather decisive in a paractical view of matter," he agrees. "Almost anybody would kill a whatever that tries to kill them. I I don't know that I would attempt raising an orc and trying to teach him non-orcishness, just for argument's sake." It sounds like work.

"And you did say there are no more orcs. I for one will not miss them."

"I will not miss never having known them, I suppose, but I am terribly curious at times," Asar-Suti admits.

"What with the bar being at the end of all time and all the multiverse, some might turn up here from when they still existed - like you did as well. I hope not, though."

"I hope not as well," he says darkly. "They will certainly do no good."

Asar-Suti nods.

"They would be trouble, at least," he agrees.

"I have to go now, though - there is a party tonight that frineds of Gil's invited to, and I need to turn myself properly festive for that. I hope to see you around as you continue to discover life in here!"

Asar-Suti bows to Boromir, and wanders off.

Boromir returns the bow, bemused and slightly touched by his farewell.

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