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[perdre]

[He speaks with a mildly British accent, mixed with twinges of French in every other consonant. His first instinct would have been to use his native language - the latter - but it's become clear that he'll have more luck being understood going with his father's.]

I... wish I could think of something wrong I'd done. Something that would explain why I'm here and why I have to - fight. [He's having a hard time expressing himself. Peter doesn't... really know what he wants to say, other than that he would very much like to be placed back where he came from.] Then I'd feel there was some kind of justification I could understand.

Anyway, uhm - if there's someone I know out there, is... is there any way I can find them? Contact them? I'd really appreciate any help. I - I have a friend - his name is Frederick, he's a doctor, English, taller than me... [He gestures with a flat hand, above his head. Then he reaches into his pocket to bring a small photograph closer to the camera,] This is the only picture I have of him. I don't have pictures of anyone else.

[With a soft sigh, Peter's shoulders drop. He then mutters to himself, a presence of annoyance in his tone,] Je ne sais pas sur quel pied danser...

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[perdre]

I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.

[he scratches his head as she keeps talking. It may be the beginning of a headache.]

Maybe it isn't punishment, but it doesn't feel too far from it.

[anklets]

No. [ keeping soft, like she might be smiling ] It doesn't feel too far from it at all, some days. But you carry on.

[perdre]

[with an exhale,] It's not like we have much of a choice, is it?

[anklets]

I'd like to say we do, but... haah. You're right. [ more crisply ] If we're happy here or if we aren't, we're here all the same. I hope you find your friend.

[perdre]

I hope so too. Thanks.

[beat.]

I didn't catch your name.

[anklets]

[At first, a short silence.]


--Oh. I'm sorry, forgive me my rudeness. It's Lenalee. Lenalee Lee.

[perdre]

Not at all. I'm Peter.

It's nice to meet you, Lenalee.

[anklets]

Peter.

If I see your friend about, I'll let him know you're looking for him.

[perdre]

I'd really appreciate that - seriously. I wouldn't want him to be lost around here.