The man lies late since he has lost his job, smokes on one elbow, letting his coughs fall thinly into an air too poor to rob.
[Guybrush: What happened!?] Went to get your hand... [Coughs] [Guybrush: You didn't have to do that!] [Coughs again] Had to pay you back for all the trouble... Found Jacques... He told me... [Guybrush: What?] He told me... [Guybrush: What? What did the monkey tell you?]
What hurt him most of all, made him feel like a sick child aware of terrible wrongness and yet incapable of explaining it to anyone who might help, was that in spite of the evidence around them, in spite of what their eyes and ears reported and sometimes their flesh, from bruises, stab wounds, racking Coughs, weeping sores these people believed their way of life was the best in the world, and were prepared to export it at the point of a gun.john brunner