[Renoir looks over the railing at the rest of the hotel. The tables and chairs, the eerie lighting, and the elongated shadows running across the room. His voice sounds dark and full of gloom.]
I have no clue.
[He could say this man's adoptive daughter is nowhere to be seen and dash his spirits. But he hasn't the heart to do that. All he wants to to collect himself inside his room, to meditate and then perhaps spend the night downstairs enjoying some music.]
Perhaps that is for...
[Hmm. He really doesn't want to finish. Let the other man think what he may.]
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I have no clue.
[He could say this man's adoptive daughter is nowhere to be seen and dash his spirits. But he hasn't the heart to do that. All he wants to to collect himself inside his room, to meditate and then perhaps spend the night downstairs enjoying some music.]
Perhaps that is for...
[Hmm. He really doesn't want to finish. Let the other man think what he may.]