Námo (
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milliways_bar2005-09-24 03:35 pm
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He sits near the observation window, nursing a glass of dark red wine. His eyes watch the destruction again and again, wondering. He is still shaken, as much as he can be, by his conversation with the Man, but he ignores the feeling as he takes another sip of his drink. Námo gives little thought to his surroundings; he is lost inside himself for the moment.