1897/The Guise of Georgie Goodspeed: A Primer For BeGrinners

The Guise of Georgie Goodspeed: A Primer For BeGrinners
Date of Scene:	08 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Robin (Wayne), 87, Insight

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Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The last time Damian had visited the good Doctor goodspeed, he was informed that there was an issue with arguably the most violent and dangerous couples in Gotham. This was something that the young assassin turned hero could not abide. He didn't care if what came next would blow his cover at this point, the young hero had brothers, but Georgie was his friend.

  Dressed in a three piece suit, green shirt and black tie, Damian had made his way to the office where he had almost come to feel more confortable than in his own home. As often, he had to motivate himself to give the door a knock, but he knocked with purpose.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Tommy had spent a good chunk of last night doing character research for this particular mission. It had been a delicate affair- since Georgie is privy to so many secrets and personal details by profession, Tommy's decision to cancel all patient appointments until all of this could be straightened out was the best course of action. That way, Georgie only needed to give Tommy a superficial sketch of people who might be interested in what had happened to him. After all, they weren't really expecting any visitors to the office.

Except for one. Or two.

The cheshire cat straightens up at the desk at the knock. The illusion is perfect, he had made sure that every visible part fo Georgie would be replicated faithfully, and the illusion covered voice and scent, as well. Even parts of the doctor's scent that regular human noses couldn't detect.

Beccause even though the Cheshire cat was, by many people's definitions, afflicted with a certain gentle madness, he was also not bereft of some method.

"W-Who is it?" He calls out, expecting that his voice is sufficiently nervous-sounding. It is only natural for people under the threat of the Joker gang to be jumpy. It's part of being convincing and inhabiting his role. Right?

He quickly closes the copy of 'An Actor Prepares' that he had been leafing through (hey, research is research) and stashes it at the bottom of one of the drawers before swiveling around in his chair to face the door.

He prepares, in case the much-anticipated visitor walks through the door. You wouldn't expect Harley Quinn to knock politely and walk in, taking off her jacket and gloves. Which is probably why she would do it.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian raised an eyebrow, Georgie usually just answered the door. This may be due to the issues he had with the Joker and Harley. Despite his usual quieted demeanor, Damian simply responded. "It's Damian, Doctor."

  He hadn't shared his surname with the doctor on purpose. Nearly all of Gotham didn't know who Damian Wayne was, and this was a secret that Damian had preferred, until it became obvious that his father's enemies were affecting the only friend Damian had.

  The teen was bold, but he knew how to conduct himself. "May I come in?" He asks, clutching his jacket breast pocket.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The Cheshire's mind flies. Not literally, because he's no longer in Wonderland and his head has an annoying tendency to stay firmly attached to his neck, but in the figurative sense, that thing has wings. He's going through everything Georgie told him, everything and everyone. Damian? Damian. Damian! Damian?

And then the words come back to him. Ah. Right, yes. He remembers...

Nothing.

Georgie did not mention any Damians.

"Slurking urpal slackush scrum!" he swears under his breath, quietly. He had to improvise. Improvising was great, when you got to make up the character. But in this case, he was improvising on someone else's character. This could go wrong... in so many ways.

"Oh!" Relief in his voice, he opens the door and gives Damian a smile that is a mixture of warm welcome and relief, "I'm sorry, I've been a little..."

His mind tries to get his attention. He has seen this face before. Of course he has. He just can't place where, right now.

"... Jumpy as of late." He waves Damian in, his demeanor is a little antsy. "I'm afraid I'm not going to be very good company," he says, closing the door behind Damian.

This was going to be one hell of a cold reading session.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The teen walked in, he looked much less grumpy and rage-filled than when the Chashire Cat had seen Damian last. "I...figured that was still an issue. Its the reason I came over."

  Damian's emerald eyes watched Georgie as he closed the door, his face was deadpan currently. His mind was so much on what he was about to say that he hadn't noticed any difference in the ersatz doctor's manerisms and speech. "The incident, at Arkham. That's why I'm here..." he reached into his suit jacket and grasped at the letter he carried, and the other piece of equipment that was in there.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The Cheshire cat made his way back to his desk, gingerly. The fact that Georgie had gotten a beating gave him a good reason for moving somewhat stiffly, with one arm still in the sling. He lowers himself gingerly on the chair.

<<Stay in character, you have to remain...>>
--I'm trying. I've spent my whole life being myself, trying to be someone else is--
++Shh. Hush. Just hush and let it flow naturally. You've watched Georgie++

It was a good thing Georgie was an empath and not a telepath. There was something very unusual about Vorpal's internal monologue. It was more of a symposium, really. Unlike the pathology shown by a schizophrenic, though, the different voices had a way of dovetailing into each other and the end. It was a different style of thinking. He didn't use to think like this before. Not until his soul and the Cheshire cat's became one. It was Wonderland's own version of what went on inside a human brain... adapted, though, to survive in an objective reality versus the world of flux that had been Wonderland.

"Arkham..." 'Georgie' closes his eyes for a second, and takes a deep breath. Then he winces a little, because his ribs are still not fully healed. "... what is it about... that, Damian?" He opens his eyes. Then he rubs his forehead with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry if I'm a little foggy. I had something for the nerves."

On the desk, Harley's invitation is propped against one of his notepads. Vorpal deliberately brought it with him. He wants Harley to see it when she comes in. Whenever that happens.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had thumbed the paper inside. He took out only the letter sealed with wax. "This...this is for later." He said, leaving the letter in his hands for now.

  One does not become Batman's Robin without becoming proficient in detective work, and Damian had luckily inherited his father's talent in said line of work. He made note that the computer that usually lived atop the Doctor's desk was missing, for what it was worth, Goergie himself could be under the influence of some anti-anxiety medication. Though Damian recalled Georgie had a dislike for such things.

  Damian's face had gone from deadpan, to inquizitive, his eyes closed just slightly, his eyebrows furrowed a smidge. "It is about the fight club, you remember? You did that...thing, when I broke my wrist." A purposeful lie in a half-truth. The teen sleuth had come to rest against the desk, his small frame leaning agianst the sturdy wood, setting the letter down next to him.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Tommy does not reach for the letter. Even though every single fiber in his body wants to read what it is- that's the cat in him, hating the thought of secrets and wanting to know everything- but he doesn't. Instead, he uses his free hand to adjust his sling.

Fight club? Of course. Georgie showed him videos of that- he's proud of it. Vorpal had suspected something when he noticed his shrink was jacked as hell, but he still found it quite a stretch to imagine Georgie in the middle of a-

Wait. Damian asked a question. It's a question he doesn't have an answer for, because Vorpal didn't think it a good idea to drill him on his fight history. It's best to pretend he's being absent-minded. Staring into the desk after Damian speaks, and then blinking back out of it.

"Hm- Wha... sorry. I'm sorry." Deflection. Let's try deflection. He reaches for the invitation- not the letter- and says "You shouldn't be here, Damian. I'm probably being watched. *She* is probably watching."

The invitation. Good prop. Chekov's gun, right? If on act one you show an invitation, it needs to go off in the end.

Wait. Something like that.

He opens up the invitation, showing the bag with the pills inside. "I shouldn't be here. But I'm hoping he... the great detective. That he'll decide it's important enough to show up."

Here, he is on steadier ground, since Georgie gave him a command performance last night, after all.

"I thought for sure he'd come then. Batman." He lets the despair he heard in Georgie's voice seep into his, from last night. "He didn't. Maybe ordinary people aren't that important. But." He sets the invitation down and rubs his forehead, "This is evidence. Or something. I don't know. I guess that right now it's a toss-up between who gets here first. He does, or her. I don't know."

He looks up from the invitation again. "You really shouldn't be here, putting yourself at risk, Damian."

He can give the letter to Georgie later. Or he can Rabbit Hole it to the apartment after Damian leaves. Just in case his curiosity gets the better of him.

He stands up, as if to suggest the young man should leave. That's where a fatal mistake happens, since Vorpal can't actually make his *tail* disappear. Something causes the invitation to move a few inches across the table, as his invisible tail brushes against it.

He doesn't notice t all.

"What was that you were saying about your wrist?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian goes through the motions for now, standing up and tucking his hands in his pockets. A quick beat before the teen pipes up. "Hey, that's a great sketch!" He says with a boyish enthusiasm, pointing to the sketch on the wall, it showcased Georgie mid-stride in an elegant getup and a domino mask.

  Damian looked to the Doctor again, his eyes now wide and showing signs of happiness. This had been Damian's demeanor when he was in public with his father, a ruse to simply be show the world the idyllic son that Bruce did not have in Damian. "Oh. Yeah. Umm, the letter, it's a thank you, for helping me with my wrist."

  Observant eyes did notice the invitation decided to sprout legs and move itself across the desk, but he was putting on a show for now, and the show must go on. Damian gave a hearty nod as the imitation Georgie brought up Damian's own safety. "I-I know, I just, had to get out and give that to you." Now that the letter had been delivered, Damian had held out his arms to the Cat. This was to be the straw in the camel's back.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Goddamnit. Was Georgie a hugger? He didn't know. Sure, he hugged him last night, but he was being comforted. That's different. It's even worse when the teen goes all wide-eyed and goes 'Huuuuug'-

Okay, maybe not SAYING it, but he's clearly going for it.

He really has no way out of this. If he rejects the hug, he'll look suspicious. But the moment he gives the hug, Damian is going to feel the fur against his cheek. Maybe he can pass it off as stubble? Damnit, he didn't think of adding stubble to the illusion, and now it would be too obvious.

Damnit. He should have a wire so Georgie could monitor this and tell him what to do. Like in that Steve Martin movie they show every Valentine's Day. Roxanne. That's the one.

Well, there's no way about it.

The cat sighs in his mind and leans in for a hug, side-wise to avoid the wounded arm.

It's also then that he realizes that Damian would also probably notice that there is no actual suit. He's wearing his uniform. Spandex feels *very* different to the touch.

Okay. Make it a quick hug. He's just a kid, he probably isn't going to notice the fine details, right?

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Sweet Damian Wayne did in fact go in for the hug, causing him to shudder just once from the contact. His emerald eyes closed with a feigned joy.

  Damian had enough of the charade. There had been just too many red flags to keep this up any longer. Best case scenario, it could just be someone else helping out the Doc. Worst case scenario, Georgie was tied up somewhere and in serious danger.

  Before he put distance between himself and the Doc, Damian reaches for both legs, pulling them out from under Vorpal. With acute speed, he jumps on the other man's chest. "Tell me where the F&$@ he really is, or I swear to your ancestors you will know the reason they call me The Demon." Damian's eyes had a distinct fire in them, like a madman's. A bloodthirsty scowl simply dares Tommy to lie to him. His arm raised, ready to strike with no regard how powerful they would be, short of lethal, but no one needed to know that.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The legs going out from under him- oof. He wasn't ready for that. At all. And this is why he is still a beginner. He manages to cushion that fall somewhat with his hands out of sheer reflex in a rough and clumsy approximation of a Judo cushion, but untrained. This is purely for the sake of avoiding crushing his tail... because that is, actually, excruciatingly painful. The speed with which the cat manages to cushion the fall would give Damian a further hint that he wasn't human-

If the illusion shattering when the teen gets on top of him doesn't convince him, that is.

There he is. The Cheshire cat, uniform, unusual coloration, and all. Damian probably remembers him from the benefit- but Vorpal's own mind is still struggling to find out where he had seen this kid before. He's got more important things to worry about, for the moment.

He stares back at Damian with an unflinching green stare, even though on the inside he feels as if his heart is in his neck and his stomach has decided to run down to his toes. What the heck kind of teenager is this sttrong? And fast?

Aside from him.

"Where Quinn won't find him!" the cat hisses, staying very still. "And if you're working for her, you're not leaving this office in anything but a wheelchair."

Brave words. He doesn't know if he can back that up, but he stays very still, ready to try something he hasn't tried before with the Rabbit Hole, in case the atttack comes.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's eyes widen, not from the disguise falling away, but from who had been behind it.

  The newest Robin had lowered his fist gently, seething through his nose. "Does it look like I work with that -freak-? I'm an a-NOT one of them." He quips with a venom-like rancor.

  After a brief moment, a calmer (relative to Damian in general) teen points out like the detective he was. "The computer is missing. Goodspeed's proud enough to take down his G*#D@&+ -diplomas- in order to show off that sketch -I- gave him and you blew it off like it was nothing. I broke my ribs at the fight, not my wrist. And the biggest tell of all: Goodspeed -never- hugs from the side. It's not in his nature." If Tommy has never heard a member of the Bat Family give a rundown before, he sure has now. "And if you think you could have put me in a wheelchair, you are -gravely- mistaken." A little hubris there, but let's face it, Damian just cracked a mystery.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Getting dressed down by a fifteen year old is, to be frank, embarrassing. Cats don't handle embarrassment well.

"People who have bruised ribs and arms on a sling hug from the side! That was a perfectly valid character choice under the circumstances." Woops. Fricking Stalinslavski. "I didn't have more than a few hours to prepare. Georgie was in a bad sort last night when he called. I wasn't expecting one of the Hardy Boys to come in and cross-examine me, I was expecting a psycho clown. I obviously don't know him as well as you do-"

He pauses, and then bitterly admit the truth of it "Or maybe I just haven't observed as closely as you have. But that doesn't answer why you're in here, why you are on my chest, and..."

He tilts his head up. He looks at the sketch. "... that's actually a pretty nice sketch, come to think of it."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian stands up calmly, letting Tommy get up as well. The teen looked to the desk, pulling back the letter and into his now unbuttoned jacket, its button having popped off somewhere from the action. The sketch was brought up, and while Damian would normally bask slightly in the compliment there was more that needed clarification. "Hey, attention deficit cat." He quips, snapping his fingers, attempting to get Tommy's attention to the task at hand. "So you decided to play dress up and be a different punching bag for Little Miss Basketcase?"

  Damian slowed down, his adrenaline was receding and most definitely the rage within him started to subside. He grimaces, only for lack of a proper way to express what he was feeling. "I know him so well cause..." A short pause, his tone hushed. "He's my friend, my only friend."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"You know, you can hand him the letter yourself." Not -that- attention-lacking, at least. The cat gets to his feet quickly and dusts off his uniform.

"I figured I could give her something more interesting than GeeGee could." Yes, he calls him GeeGee. Never to his face. "She's an educated woman, underneath the madness. There's the odd chance she might become obsessed with me instead of him. Madness is drawn to Wonderland like moths to the flame."

He sits down on the desk, observing Damian. "Only one person alone never got burned. But she was special. But I do know enough of a certain type of madness to hope that she might latch on to something shinier. I'm not alone- the Titans have my back if I need their help. But I think... I hope I might be able to get on her wavelength. Madness to madness."


Then the cat goes silent for a few seconds. He reaches over to put a hand on Damian's shoulder, even though it will most likely get slapped away. He responds to vulnerability, it's what some people might consider a weakness. "Do you want to see him? I can take you to him with a thought and nobody will be able to track us."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looked to Tommy, his al Ghul emerald eyes looking over the cheshire cat. "Forgive my skepticism, but even Batman has a hard time with them. Someone who passes their time at charity balls playing what was it? 'Tell me three things about three people'? Seems a tad inequipped." The asking for forgiveness was half-hearted, but at least he was honest.

  "Of course, the Titans." It always seemed someone knew one of his adopted brothers. Robin steps up to the window, the rain had been falling today, the drops had been dancing on the glass. "Well, I -had- thought I was coming here to give that to him, but obviously I was mistaken."

  There had been two voices in Damian's head scolding him for that last statement. "I..." He pauses just a short moment as he's touched, Damian does not slap the hand, but definitely attempts to shrug it off of himself. "Don't." Another beat. "Please." Barbara's voice reminding him to be 'nicer'. "Sorry, I...that was..." Dig yourself out of that hole, Damian. "Yes, I would like to see him."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The cat doesn't try to fight the young man's impression of him. Inside every cat there are equal measures of pride and shrewdness. Pride demands correction to the insult, but shrewdness says: no, let them underestimate you. Let them think you're pure folderol, and the look on their faces when you surprise them will be priceless.

To which pride acquiesces and feels mollified with the promise of future vindications.

And then points out 'who the hell says 'folderol', anyways?'

The cat takes his hand off Damian's shoulder and points to the wall.

"He'll be happy to see you, too."

Or at least, he assumes. Please, let Damian not be a secret killer clown in disguise being sent to play him and get him to Georgie.

The world turns completely insane for a split second as the Cheshire cat tells reality what he wants it to be, and reality tries to refuse for a second by bulging a portion of the space-time continuum... which is how reality pouts, by the way. There, now that's something you know. It is only a split second, because then a Rabbit Hole opens in mid-air in front of the wall. There's a glance at a studio apartment that is surprisingly tidy, which means Gar hasn't stopped by yet or else there'd be all sorts of snacks laid out on the table and there'd be a heap of green on the couch watching television. The living room shows Georgie who, in a second, is probably going to be extremely surprised. "Go ahead, I'll hold the hole open and come right behind you," the cat says. If he's making any efforts to maintain the Rabbit Hole open, he doesn't show it.

Insight has posed:
    Through the hole, there is indeed a Georgie Goodspeed that can be seen. One can tell by the level of stupid as he's in a handstand, even with his bum arm and ribs, lifting himself up and lowering himself down, arms shaking as he does the balanced pushups. That is, of course, until he notices the hole in space and time. That makes him topple over into a surprised heap that can be heard groaning through the hole.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian holds himself for a moment, magic, or things like this 'Rabbit Hole' are things he has not seen in quite some time. He makes a note to keep talk of Lazarus Pits off the topics of discussion for now. "Okay." He offers, nodding to the cat, and stepping into the portal. He is not sure what would happen during the trip there, but he had seen Goodspeed, crash from what had been an impressive feat of muscular control. The suit-clad lad stepped through with what would be considered a boyishly charming smile. "Your cover's blown, Goodspeed."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"And, after that fall, probably your coccyx, too." Vorpal comes right after Damian, shutting the anomaly that made Hank McCoy fear that Vorpal might end up 'killing us all' due to runaway singularities.

If you're good at something, right?

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to drill you harder and longer, clearly there are parts of you I need to know better."

Insight has posed:
    Slowly, the touseled black haired head rises. Georgie perks up then. First he feels the particularly vibrant brand of anger that Damian wears like a crown. Then he hears the voice. He glances over and smiles wide as he heaves himself to his feet.

    Yup. Idiot was working out to pass the time and his bruises look a bit more fresh than they did this morning. Some doctor he is. He moves to grab a towel, wiping some of his sweat up, suddenly shy about being caught in just his work out shorts. It takes him a moment to get his composure back as he stutters, "My.. uhh.. cover? What..." he flicks his gaze to Vorpal. "My cover? You're going to drill me? Harder and longer?" He blinks and decides he's going to shut his mouth a moment and mops up some more sweat so he can tug on a tank top.

    Usually in a suit, it's hard to overlook just how good of shape Georgie truly is in. Now, after doing those pushups, it all sort of pops and one can almost believe that he actually makes money fighting.

    He takes a moment to stretch, the adrenaline of being caught reducing his wince from the deep bruises to nearly nothing. He runs out of little things to hide behind and his eyes flick over both Vorpal and Damian, checking to make sure nobody was hurt. He gets a little sheepish and scuffs his foot on the floor lightly. "Umm. Yeah. Damian, this is Vorpal. Vorpal, this is my friend Damian." He wets his lips and shifts his weight from one foot to the other before moving over to Damian, fond smile finding its way to his lips. He's sweaty so he thinks better of hugging the suit clad lad. Instead he brushes his hair, getting it just right after their little encounter at the office. "Good to see you, Damian." His shoulder gets an affectionate squeeze then.

    He lets his gaze fall on Vorpal and he tries to explain, "I'm... sorry, man. I thought I could get in touch with him before he showed up. It's.. usually later in the week."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "We've met, twice now." Damian offers. "You're right, but that was before Harley decided to take out her frustations out on your ribs. The boy removes his jacket placing it to the side, and repeats the move Georgie had done. A handstand at first, then bringing one arm to the side, standing on his fingers. He couldn't help but show off just a little. "I brought something for you, almost gave it to the feline."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"And 'the feline' would have given it to him. I'm not a sneak, you know." The cat says with a smirk, prodding the back of Damian's knees with a finger- not hard enough to cause him any imbalance. He walks over to Georgie and prods him on the chest with that same finger, "Yes. Drill. Names. Places. People who might walk into your office and blow my cover before Harley comes in to blow my head off." He smirks, "We'll drill tonight. I'll convince Gar to make something tasty in exchange." He pauses and looks over his shoulder. "You're invited, too. I figured your freaky powers of observation might be handy to drill, too. But you have to learn my name. Which is Vorpal."

He looks at Georgie again and continues. "Also, when you are better and you are not-" a light smack upside the head "-trying to exercise" thwap "when you should be resting" er-thwap "AND recovering, you can start teaching me how to fight. Deal?"

And he turns and starts moving towards the door. "I need to take care of a few things. My encounter with Damian The Littlest Ninja made me realize I need to get a couple of things for boobytrap purposes. I'll be out awhile."


He pauses and looks at Damian, and thinks of the dressing down he got from him. And the underestimation. Pride and Shrewdness have an arm-wrestling competition again.

Finally, he says "Thank you, by the way. There are obviously things I need to work on." Well, ladies and gentlemen, talk about a last minute upset! Honesty came out of left field, slammed Shrewdness over the head with a folding chair and put Pride in a sleeper hold. "Any friend of Georgie's a friend of mine. You can call me Tommy."

And with that, the illusion covers him, revealing his red-headed human persona. An unusual-looking redhead with, seemingly, naturally tan skin.

"If you get antsy to head back, just tell Georgie to call me and I'll 'hole over. Welcome to the Rockaways, by the way."

With that, he heads out, because there are a lot of things he needs to buy if this is going to work.

Of course, this is assuming Harley ambushes 'Georgie' in his office.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie eyes Damian a moment and then grins and shrugs. "In her defense, I was trying to beat up Mistah J." He rolls a shoulder in a shrug. "I sort of deserved it, in that regard. I mean, she really loves him... in that utterly destructive, codependent, let's go on a murder spree together, sort of way." He smiles, looking far away for a moment. Then he shakes his head to clear it. He moves to shadow Damian spotting him out of habit, not that he needs it. He taps the boy's tummy and says, "There you go. Keep the core a little tighter"

    He flicks his attention back to Vorpal just in time for the thwapping, whining, "Hey! Hey! I'm injured!" He gives a couple pathetic coughs, that wouldn't be believable even if he weren't grinning wide enough to split his face. "Deal," he says, although he glances at Damian, who hasn't really seen the videos that he's aware of and suggests, "Although I'm not too good."

    He reaches down and offers the boy a hand up. "Show-off here could probably teach both of us a thing or two." His smile and wink soften the potential Damian baiting, pride far more prevalent than teasing in his voice.

Georgie is inordinately pleased when Vorpal comments about his friends being Vorpal's friends too. The hippy happy radiates from the empath and he tries to tug Vorpal into a tight embrace before he goes. If he gets hit with the sweaty sort of hug, even injured, he gets to see what a full on Georgie hug is like. It's as full on, honest, and uninhibited as they come. He murmurs, "Thank you, snicker-snack."

    He flicks his attention back to Damian then and seems a little unsure. "You... you're stayin' a while?" This is a new thing to not be in the office or fight club.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian indulges his friend, tightening up his abs, and yes, he has abs. "Call me Demon for now, or Damian." He still was unsure of letting the Doc know exactly who he was yet. He'd convinced himself it was for their protection. The former Assassin bent his legs and flipped right side up. "I have something for you."

  Damian had moved to his jacket, pulling out a small box, on it a single button. "Since you seem to have attracted the wrong kind of attention from the clowns." He gives the Doc the panic button, it was plain, black and had a single LED light to confirm it works. Simple, yet effective. "Works anywhere, except underground."

  He also extracted the letter, pausing. "I...want this destroyed after you read it, or I will if you decide not to read it." He pauses again, unsure if he should be giving it over. "It concerns what we have never spoken of, who I really am. It is for your eyes only, and I cannot say knowing will make your life any easier, it merely erases the all the pretense."