Whether or not Miguel guesses it to be illiteracy and feels shocked by it remains his own mystery. He could already gleam that Dan had lived far more on the fringes than he had. Miguel wasn't that much younger when the hand of Alchemax and the Powers-That-Be were more strict about keeping unwanted individuals in the undercity, out of sight.
Miguel's face is briefly illuminated by the artificial orange of the world-hopping watch as he consults it - still busted on the dimension travel front - but functional enough to keep time. He stands up off the chair.
"Quizás un traguito. Debería regresar a mi trabajo."
* (( Perhaps a sip. I should be getting back to my work. ))
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* (( You do like your mysterious answers. ))
Whether or not Miguel guesses it to be illiteracy and feels shocked by it remains his own mystery. He could already gleam that Dan had lived far more on the fringes than he had. Miguel wasn't that much younger when the hand of Alchemax and the Powers-That-Be were more strict about keeping unwanted individuals in the undercity, out of sight.
Miguel's face is briefly illuminated by the artificial orange of the world-hopping watch as he consults it - still busted on the dimension travel front - but functional enough to keep time. He stands up off the chair.
"Quizás un traguito. Debería regresar a mi trabajo."
* (( Perhaps a sip. I should be getting back to my work. ))