[ Kim feels oddly as though he should be offering his condolences for Kimmuriel growing up in such a shithole. He doesn't, however. The comparison probably holds no merit - Kimmuriel doesn't appear to have any love for his homeland, whereas Kim loves his own homeland with a determination that borders on desperation - but for all of Revachol's flaws, he would not abide other people speaking ill of her. Not in the way that they would offer him condolences merely for having the poor luck of being born in her troubled embrace. ]

It is a strange place to have it, isn't it? Good thing it's a quiet night. I'd hate to be interrupted from this so somebody can buy a pack of cigarettes and some condoms, [ Kim says wryly. ] I can see why you two would be eager to leave. Though... you're right about one thing. You can never truly leave behind where you're from. It's part of what makes this place, and all the people we meet here, so odd. We have little common ground to stand on.

[ He's been thinking about that for a good, long time. Revacholiers, whether he loved or hated them, had something that he knew and understood, something at the core of them he could grow to love. The only thing he has in common with the people here is that they by and large wished they could be somewhere else. ]

I hope the two of you achieve your goal one day. Though I can't imagine that life on the Surface will be easy -- merely difficult in a different way.

[ And filled with considerable prejudice. If Kimmuriel and his partner are immediately recognizable as Drow and the people of the Surface hold just as much animosity towards them as Kimmuriel seems to, their road will be a difficult one indeed. ]