Oh no, it was fully possible for those who were of some means, else I would not have received my education. It is merely... one becomes attached to one's fatherland, even if its resources are scant, you know?
(Grunts and nods, his wounds quickly closing up, though there's still all those icky yellow drips of hemolymph on the floor.)
(The buggers lay there like good little grody bastards, staring grossly.)
<...It's strange, they seem human, almost... Except they're clearly not...>
(That grub is STARIN AT U 2...)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Nods, bringing a hand up to rest his chin in.)
...How long have you been here, Master?
<...Maybe, that would explain much of it... And this would mean they more than likely belong to someo—>
(AAAAAAA sudden Yvette doing the FEEEEEEEEEELS)
<...Oh, ah... Yes, that's—... fine, hello...>
(So soft and smooth, Yvette, almost like Park-kun, except minus the human warmth...)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Mm. And from where do you hail?
(They're all still laying there, staring like a buncha baby birds up from their nest. They really do seem to have lost momentum and given up.)
…
(Just sighs quietly and permits it to happen. Turns his gaze to Roger.)
<...Hello. Forgive me for not saying anything to either of you earlier, I didn't want to scare you.>
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

"... -points to booberry, then points to the window- Booberry?"