Ah, but you're not taking into account that part of the reason for this tour is so that I can listen to you ramble. [He offers Koby a conspiratorial look.] I do the exact same thing, you see. So let us promise not to apologise for our enthusiasm distracting us, shall we?

[There are so many books. So many, many years. For the briefest moment Goodsir feels despair and a sort of swooning horror at the enormity of time. But then his natural curiosity and lust for knowledge rises up, spurred further by the beautiful look on Koby's face as he speaks of seafaring.]

I am sorry that you are so far from home. But selfishly, I am also pleased as it means I've the occasion to meet you.

And it is selfish, you know. I don't think I ever truly understood what it would feel like to never be able to return home until... well. Until it was too late.

But we must make do.