Were you a foreigner, in your own world, before you came here?
[ It's just a guess. From the way Billy is speaking about the great mixture of people's here. As if it brings him joy. The same joy that it brings Maia - takes one to know one. ]
I was. Rather, my mother was, and that made me foreign enough.
[ It's the sort of hint that absolutely would've given him away, back home, but here he could be anybody. ]
If you are certain it would not be an imposition, then... perhaps I may accept your kind offer.
[ Maia isn't quite sure what to say, to that last bit. He considers a few moments before he sends: ]
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[ It's just a guess. From the way Billy is speaking about the great mixture of people's here. As if it brings him joy. The same joy that it brings Maia - takes one to know one. ]
I was. Rather, my mother was, and that made me foreign enough.
[ It's the sort of hint that absolutely would've given him away, back home, but here he could be anybody. ]
If you are certain it would not be an imposition, then... perhaps I may accept your kind offer.
[ Maia isn't quite sure what to say, to that last bit. He considers a few moments before he sends: ]
That sounds like a lonely life.