(He hums to himself. As ever, he keeps most of his comments to himself, preferring to listen and observe as he's done before. He has his own thoughts, questions he'd like to ask, answers he would like to find, and maybe this would be easier if was more direct but he isn't.
Instead, he raises a finger to his lips in a shushing motion,)
It isn't my place to say. And if it was, this wouldn't be the place.
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I wonder... What I think, what I think...
(He hums to himself. As ever, he keeps most of his comments to himself, preferring to listen and observe as he's done before. He has his own thoughts, questions he'd like to ask, answers he would like to find, and maybe this would be easier if was more direct but he isn't.
Instead, he raises a finger to his lips in a shushing motion,)
It isn't my place to say. And if it was, this wouldn't be the place.