"I didn't think you'd approached me due to my skill with words."

His arms folded, he looks out at the expanse of Hightown -- and, in the distance, Lowtown, the docks, and the Gallows. It's a strange feeling, to hate a place so much and yet care deeply about how others see it.

She's not Meredith. She's not Meredith. My head hurts. Blessed are the --

"Regardless. You wanted to see the city. I assume you know Hightown by this point. Where would you like to go?"