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[[D.C. Smythe sits down next to Nick and begins to talk, initially avoiding eye contact.]]
Smythe: I suppose he told you some rubbish about time and space, and how only you can save it. No need to share the details: I never understand half of what he says.
Nick: Uh, yeah...

Smythe: This may be of little comfort, but as much as I despise him, the Gamester is frequently and annoyingly correct. And if he says the situation is dire, it's likely ten times worse.
[[Nick doesn't seem thrilled with Smythe's advice.]]

Smythe: [Turning to look Nick directly into the eye] I couldn't begin to give you any useful counsel, but I can say this: you're not the first he's pulled aside like this, and I doubt you'll be the last. You are not alone.

Smythe: [Flashing Nick a brief smile while placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder] If you have friends or allies, rely on them. They may not understand everything you're going through, but they can still help. We all shall, at least as much as we are able.