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 +“Poor guy.” he commented.
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 +“Which one are you talking about?” his companion asked, lounging next to him on the bench and staring out at the garden.
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 +Their bench was an antique metal garden bench, finely worked with leaf filigree down the arms. It was positioned to give them a perfect view of the neat rows of the walled garden and the huge gazebo with its many stone arches. There wasn't as good a view of the stream that ran alongside their little enclosed courtyard or the office complex that it separated. For an office complex, it was pleasant, a white-walled annexe with metal sculptures in the lawn next to it and a quaint signpost pointing to all the different departments. It was more like a modern art gallery than a workplace. It was always so quiet, too. The only sound was the babbling of the stream and the soft music of the wind chimes set up in the garden so that they would always play 'Present of Tear'. It was his favourite song because he didn't know what it meant. Distant, melancholy, eerie and yet so real.
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 +“Both, I guess, although I find it hard to sympathise with the suicidal ones. There are so many of them. And after I try so hard to save them from the real threat...” he shook his head, “But that other one genuinely thought he'd escaped the cycle. It was all false, though. A cage within a cage. A smaller cage. And It isn't there. I should know, I've searched there long enough. And now I can't even talk to him about it.”
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 +“Because he's off the boat.”
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 +His companion nodded, “Such a short window of time to stop someone making a stupid mistake. So many failures...”
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 +“There are two of them now. Does that mean anything?”
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 +“It means one most likely won't survive.” he said.
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 +“Is one of them...”
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 +He shook his head, “Don't worry, I have a close eye on Him.”
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 +His companion breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around to say something, anything, then he stopped and stared at the gazebo. One of the entrances flickered. To an untrained eye, it would be imperceptible. To him, it was a noisy interruption to his already tenuous peace of mind.
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 +“Trouble?” asked his companion.
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 +“Trouble.” he confirmed.
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 +He walked across the garden and into the gazebo, taking one of the entrances. His companion watched him leave, then stared at the entrance for a while. Time didn't really pass properly here. It had become like a lucid dream. The portals had their own rules, though. Try as he might, he couldn't see inside them. He couldn't see where the other man had gone, or whether he was safe, any more than he could see next week. He turned around and walked back to the bench.
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 +It had become increasingly difficult to sit on the bench now that his feet kept falling through the floor.
 
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