F R I E D R I C H
”A bummer indeed,
To find one has not the life they wanted to lead.
So, I shut myself away in what you might call a ‘mine’
And consigned both friend and foe to the ravages of time.”
The man hides guilt behind a façade, dusting nonexistent matter off his suit in a dismissive gesture.
”Ah, well please forgive my levity,
In the absence of wit, I can at least exemplify brevity.
Suffice it to say, on the phallic account
based on my own luck, you're not missing out.”
He looks slightly abashed, but it’s not like he expected to travel hundreds of years through time and then not put his foot in his mouth a bit. Though, the thing itself seemed to have picked up an idiosyncrasy of its own along the trip.
“Were we not going,
to meet the others you thought worth knowing?”
Friedrich gestures broadly with an arm and a slight bow in the direction the two had been headed.
