"So, who are you?"
Emir brought up the question that remained bubbling in his mind for a while.
Ragnar didn't appear to be surprised and simply answered:
"Well… You could say that I'm someone who fell from grace…"
Emir's face, which had been calm for the past hour, finally showed a smile.
"Ah… I see."
"Shouldn't you be comforting me?"
"No."
"No? Well, I guess, as the kids say, rip bozo."
"…What the fuck does that even mean?"
"I don't think anyone knows. It's a new trend for the kids these days."
Ragnar subtly changed the subject, and Emir played along.
"And what's the trend?"
"I ain't sure, but I think they pulled up on some archives of the old world, like a time capsule of how they talked, and this trend was the result."
Emir tilted his head to the side.
"Were they retarded?"
"The kids?"
"No… Actually, yeah, but I meant those from back then."
Ragnar chuckled.
