[No, maybe they are gone. Maybe he's just an old fool chasing dreams again. But this old fool is if nothing a stubborn one. He must explore all theories, glean all knowledge there is to glean, gather all facts. There were indeed children's voices, and an upturned trash can sits in the middle of the path...]
If you are hungry, I can find you something to eat.
[For food is the equalizer. As they say, breaking bread with your enemy will soon earn you a friend. And they obviously must be hungry to be going through these trash bins.
He just hopes it will work. He would so much love to see them with his own eyes, these green children of the sewers. He feels as though he's Odysseus, exploring strange creatures in far-off lands.]
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If you are hungry, I can find you something to eat.
[For food is the equalizer. As they say, breaking bread with your enemy will soon earn you a friend. And they obviously must be hungry to be going through these trash bins.
He just hopes it will work. He would so much love to see them with his own eyes, these green children of the sewers. He feels as though he's Odysseus, exploring strange creatures in far-off lands.]