[ Silence is golden, as they so say. Julius slips into it easily, his attention half on the road and half on himself, the awareness of myriad cells dampened by force of will alone. He's held himself together so far, and he has no intention to change that anytime soon. ]
Is this the only city on this world?
[ The stares... he can take them. Not that he'd expect any different even back home. ]
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Is this the only city on this world?
[ The stares... he can take them. Not that he'd expect any different even back home. ]