>Glance back at the custom's office door. If you hadn't been so difficult, we could have found this sooner, given me...
>Pfah. No use complaining now.
>"Let's."
>Follow behind the moth.
>You glance wistfully back at the door to the custom's office, briefly imagining how much better things could have gone...
should have gone if Louise wasn't such a... a... You feel your anger rising, but you let it go. It's just a waste of energy now.
>You turn back to Neu and voice your acquiescence. Then the two of you set off for the Blue Maiden.
>You talk even less on return journey than you did on the way out, as consumed as you are with your own thoughts. You've achieved progress of a sort, you suppose, but it feels rather hollow and unsatisfying. It's still up to someone else now, someone you'd wanted to nail to a wall an hour ago, someone who mightn't find a damn thing, and
then where are you going to be? And after all this work and frustration and running back and forth, you find yourself uncertain if your ticket out of Braston will even still be waiting for you at the end. Neu occasionally makes an optimistic remark about the outcome of Louise's search, though she is respectful of your reverie. After the passage of a few formless minutes, you find yourself near the ship's berth again. Neu stops and turns to you.
>"I'll come back after I deliver my report," she says.