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Then maybe it's time we caught up. It's been a... long few months.

At least, it's felt that way to me.

Honestly? The more I think that the longer the months wear on.

It's...hard, knowing you don't belong somewhere, and yet... you're still here.

If we don't belong here now, we won't ever belong anywhere.

You really think that?

I don't know...I still feel like I... belong in New York City.

You think so? Even if you could go back, with all these years and all this distance? Who would ever understand what you've gone through? It wouldn't be the same as you remember.

[ ... ]

... But I suppose the years are different, when you have more of them behind you.

[ After all, Mitch was already in his forties back then. He'd done his growing, he had his career, he knew his life trajectory. Ten years to a man like that is a lot, but it's not the same. ]

I...don't know.

I mean, I know I have a purpose, being back home. It's one that still lingers, and I assume someday I'll fulfill it.

I can't be here forever, right?

[ Even now, it's obvious, Mitchell operates like he'll go home any day. Like someday the weight of what he's done here will still affect what happens back home. ]

You still think we go back.

People do, all the time.

I expect... if some people we used to know came back, they'd have a different point in time entirely. I'm...not sure that's a good thing, but it happens.