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(Meridiana, you probably want this one.)

"Ah, amore, it seems I've missed you; do leave something for me and we'll see if we can rectify that, shall we?"

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Four years must put you pretty close to graduating, right?

It does indeed! So there's that to take into consideration as well - there's no sense in stopping now.

Might as well push through to the end and get yourself something to show for it. Nobody bothers to remember the guy who didn't cross the finish line, right?

I'm a social worker.

Unless I do something particularly amazing, I likely won't be remembered for that aspect of my life, either.

Oh? No bright-eyed enthusiasm about having it all be worthwhile because you made a difference in a single needy person's life?

[Another laugh, asshole.]

Not even in high school.

What a cynic you are.

Of course, I guess that begs the question of whether or not you want to be remembered at all, doesn't it?

And why ever would that matter to me, amore? I'll be dead either way.

In other words, what matters is what you do while you're alive.

...And since altruism doesn't seem to be your thing, I'm assuming that means it's more like "what matters is what you do for yourself while you're alive". Right?

[oh my god]

How horrible it sounds to put it that way, Jaeger-san!

[i mean he's not going to deny it any but]

Sorry, sorry. My teachers always said I had a flaw of being too blunt.

[...]

So maybe you can tell me a better way of phrasing it?

What matters is that I find my joie de vivre, nothing less! The epicurean Brillat-Savarin once stated "A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with only one eye"; that's the sort of thing I'm looking for - the thing that I may not have just yet, but once I've found it, I can't imagine life without.

[Although incidentally, desserts with cheese are actually sorta gross?

...look, somebody's a philistine and it isn't him, let's put it that way, but moving on...]

That, in the end, is what matters - whether I find it for myself or someone ultimately presents it for me, who can say? The fulfillment itself is what matters. Whether I'm remembered or not doesn't matter, because I'll be gone - I just want to live while I have the opportunity to do so.

...What if your dessert's an ice cream sundae, though?

[look apparently someone's going to die on a hill today AND HE HAS CHOSEN THIS ONE]

You wouldn't put cheese on that, it's disgusting.

...I actually wouldn't know.

[He's been largely avoiding the things that look like they'll kill him and those are sort of on the "Not...sure if I will actually die, what is this crap" list.]

[There's just silence.]

Have you never had an ice cream sundae?

...It's on my list of things to do before I leave this place, but no, I haven't.

Damn, you must've had strict parents.

How about a calzone? Ever had one of those?

Not yet! Why do you ask?

Because now you've got me feeling sorry for you and your poor misspent sundae-less childhood.

I'm half-tempted to buy you lunch, random stranger I misdialed out of the blue.

Perhaps I'm tempted to accept.

And then we find out that we're halfway across the country from each other right now and our apparently-destined rendezvous is never to be.

If it's truly destined, it'll find a way.

I'm in Goldenrod City.

...Well, now I'm impressed.

Apparently it found a way.

And where will I be meeting this mystery man of mine, hm?

Oh, no, just meeting's not nearly good enough. This is like something straight out of a movie, we've got to play it for all it's worth.

How about in front of the baseball stadium in twenty minutes, and I'll be "man in red sunglasses reading a copy of A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swadloon".

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