Maybe. We can also try their city hall. [ dimitri sighs as he sits on the bench, laying his head on the table - ] After all, we have all the time in the world.

[ and that's the problem. they have nothing but time until their situation changes. ]

When I said we could have freedom here, I didn't mean it like this.

[ seems like he'd jinxed them both, by being too optimistic about their situation. really, he should know better by now.

dimitri digs into the bag to look for the string cheese, peels it open from the plastic and eats it like a celery stick. well. not bad, but it's nothing like any cheese he's tasted. for someone who can't taste, it has the texture of leather. and he doesn't know whether that's something to be fascinated by or disgusted by at this point.

he just eats it anyway. ]