[Albert looks over his shoulder as Caesar leaves, taking a deep breath and silently exhaling. It takes some willpower not to massage his temples, too. This is by far the most ... spiritually draining experiment yet. What would he do if this wingless Caesar stayed around for an entire week? Would he try to interact with the others in the village?
He snaps himself out of his reverie when he realizes he has been staring at the now-boiling soup.]
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He snaps himself out of his reverie when he realizes he has been staring at the now-boiling soup.]