Because I have an unfortunate habit of sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, it seems. A curse from my deeds in life, it seems.

[ The image of a man in full armor talking to a stuffed capybara in a room full of clocks is an image unlike no other, but Richard doesn't really seem to notice the humor of it, as he takes a step closer to the pushie and kneels down closer to her as she talks.

It rings familiar, even if different circumstances. He'd never really had them, either. Not really. He was only ever looked at with envy at his talents or fear of what he would do unprovoked. ]

Do you want to be here?