"I suppose after that time, it's hard to remember what anything sounds like." He says, knowing how hard it is now to remember the voice of his father. But he's been dead for over twenty years now, and Jacob isn't too bothered about that- nothing the old bastard had to say was worth remembering.
"London had four million people, last time anyone tried to count." He says, with a soft laugh as they continue their walk, enjoying the peace and the quiet, making this far more like where he'd grown up, the countryside outside of London. "There's a house, someone gave me, somewhere on the outskirts of town. It's like this 'round there- trees and nature, no neighbours nearby. You would have liked her. She was a lot like you. A survivor in a dead world."
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Date: 2022-10-22 09:46 pm (UTC)From:"London had four million people, last time anyone tried to count." He says, with a soft laugh as they continue their walk, enjoying the peace and the quiet, making this far more like where he'd grown up, the countryside outside of London. "There's a house, someone gave me, somewhere on the outskirts of town. It's like this 'round there- trees and nature, no neighbours nearby. You would have liked her. She was a lot like you. A survivor in a dead world."