I like silver, as a color, I just wasn't sure what to say about it.

Are you saying I look inhuman? Yes, it is a part of the image, and I admit my costume is theatrical, because that works.

You don't want to know the depths to which class has sunk, my dear. You truly don't. I waver between worrying I'm just being old-fashioned in my standards, and raving against the degredation of society.

I kept busy. I read, learned, traveled, flew. It still wasn't enough, somehow, and I found myself trying to do more and more... activities, because being retired made me constantly restless. Everywhere I went I saw things I itched to get my way into and puzzle out, until I started worrying I was paranoid. I need what I do, just as much or more than the city needs me. I'm aware of that.