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Ah, the grizzled brute thought to himself with a nod and a small frown. The boy was still young and had a lot to learn before he could craft and fine cynicism like Kierkegaard. Though he was polite enough to respond to the few questions that were asked, it was evident that the dark youth wanted to leave the company of the ashen brute. He was quick to explain his need to leave before he offered a few kind parting words and turned to withdraw from the present situation. The ghost did not mind that he should leave; it would allow him to be on his own. Bobbing his head to the young pitch-coated young man, Kierkegaard too turned away and disappeared along the beach.