“Ah, I see. You mean that the gray town with its continual hope of morning (we all must live by hope, must we not?), with its field for indefinate progress, is, in a sense, Heaven, if only we had the eyes to see it? That is a beautiful idea.” -Wellard to Hornblower

That was not in the slightest what he had meant to insinuate with his comment, and frankly his sleepdrunk mind was completely boggled by the amount of optimism Wellard seemed to possess even at this late stage of madness. Far be it from him to cloud it any further than their captain did though. “I suppose it is,” He agreed neutrally. 

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