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[Four isn't sure why, but the longer he spends away from home, the harder it is to sleep. Memories of his family, both dead and alive, haunt him until sleeping becomes a near impossibility. He misses them all, though in some weird way he misses the Scientists the most. What would he think of Four's adventures here in a strange world?]

Have you ever missed someone so much that it hurts inside when you think of them? What if this person was someone you have only met once, yet is more a part of you than anyone can hope to be? My home is a sad place, and my family is sad too, but I miss them a lot. I am not used to being alone. Love and loss are a part of humanity I suppose. My purpose is to catalogue and eventually understand humanity, and I feel as if the more loss I feel, the closer I come to it, as strange as that is. I am a long way from understanding it however.... so I ask: What is humanity to you? What does it mean to love and lose someone? What is it like to hate?

[Four makes sure not to specify anything in his questions, he wants to see what his answers are.]

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[Four reads carefully, scrolling through the text again and again as he places it carefully in his memory. He then starts examining it from inside, a light clicking and whirring coming from him as he goes over it again and again, drawing everything he can from this stranger.

He wants so badly to understand.]

In a way your world sounds just as dead as mine is. In fact, in a way it sounds even worse. I think that living without living is just as bad as being dead. That knowledge that your free is worth something. Maybe with some time you can convince other people that they're free too. I have ready many stories about how one person change change everything, so you never know. I'm really sorry for your world.

yeah
its like a living death
people smile at you and they walk down the street but there's nothing really there

[He can't tell the kid (?) that he's basically dead, that he failed, and that he knows now: one man can't save them]

maybe
you never know

For the good or the bad, sometimes one man can change the course of history. Extraordinary people who do not give up and persevere despite everything... they're the ones who get remembered by everyone. Maybe if you don't give up you can change things too.

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