[Now Julian has something to say to him. He's been asked a question.]
Of course. I'm just...not familiar with that one.
[A beat.]
How are you, Guy?
[Is this even real? For the first time since arriving, the question really presents itself. This is crazy. He was hit by shrapnel. Metal sticking out of his chest. The pain was everything, and then there was no pain at all, just a morphine haze followed by an easy sleep and blackness. Now he's standing in a night club talking to Guy Burgess and they're both sporting a pair of wings and discussing Auden?]
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Of course. I'm just...not familiar with that one.
[A beat.]
How are you, Guy?
[Is this even real? For the first time since arriving, the question really presents itself. This is crazy. He was hit by shrapnel. Metal sticking out of his chest. The pain was everything, and then there was no pain at all, just a morphine haze followed by an easy sleep and blackness. Now he's standing in a night club talking to Guy Burgess and they're both sporting a pair of wings and discussing Auden?]