[Just as Felix expected, Claude nibbles on the line he set out for him, allowing the swordsman to pinpoint and follow his voice on the roof amid all the wind and sound up there. He eases around one of the roof's many flashings and, lo and behold, there's gold. Not literal, but the brightness of Claude's clothing is unmistakable and so bright in this darkness, it might as well be.
Felix approaches and yawns again, this time a forced one but can anyone really tell the difference? Claude might, but he tries not to think about it too much.]
To be honest, for me to be out here and at this hour, I'm beginning to think that I am one.
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Felix approaches and yawns again, this time a forced one but can anyone really tell the difference? Claude might, but he tries not to think about it too much.]
To be honest, for me to be out here and at this hour, I'm beginning to think that I am one.