[ Kim almost corrects Artemy. They are not kin, and certainly not brothers. The only brothers Kim has are in the RCM, and even that only makes sense due to the frankly alarming volume of fratricide he's seen. If Artemy were sober, he would correct him.
As is, he decides to allow the man to labour underneath that kind delusion. It's odd, the fixation he has on the notion of acceptance and togetherness, whether it's from the city, its denizens or his fellow lost souls. He hopes that he's half as friendly when he's sober, otherwise he might have a problem on his hands, though not an enormous one; as soon as he's sober, Kim can simply walk away. ] We have at least found ourselves in the same situation, [ he settles on saying. It's more common ground than he had with most people back home anyway -- or more common ground than people perceived that he had with them.
Hoping that Artemy's sense of direction hasn't been as muddled as the rest of his brain, he nods and follows behind him, choosing to trust him for now.
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As is, he decides to allow the man to labour underneath that kind delusion. It's odd, the fixation he has on the notion of acceptance and togetherness, whether it's from the city, its denizens or his fellow lost souls. He hopes that he's half as friendly when he's sober, otherwise he might have a problem on his hands, though not an enormous one; as soon as he's sober, Kim can simply walk away. ] We have at least found ourselves in the same situation, [ he settles on saying. It's more common ground than he had with most people back home anyway -- or more common ground than people perceived that he had with them.
Hoping that Artemy's sense of direction hasn't been as muddled as the rest of his brain, he nods and follows behind him, choosing to trust him for now.
Wryly, he remarks, ] The first of many, I'm sure.