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"A gentleman is not supposed to reveal such things. But if you're curious due to your youth, then fine. Of those I remember from recent years, well..." — fumbling through his memory for names, he bends fingers on one hand, then the other, then the first again, then... After a while of such counting, he snorts. After thinking, he adds another finger. "Roughly that many. But it's all pointless. There's not much use in this scattering; I still can't find the one and only, and that's the most important thing."
"I wonder how many eliminations the lady-mantis has."
- What's it called? They damaged the GOODS, and now others will get second-hand stuff. So some dapper fellow who was visiting our city told me, what was his name... Redd Pilyulkin or something like that. Anyway, he said that after something like that, it becomes difficult to establish an emotional connection. He also, for some reason, really liked to talk about Carnea, saying that you shouldn't stick a sausage into such things. But I still haven't understood what connection there is between minced meat and our mistress. Do you happen to know? Ah, ah, he also had a younger brother named Black. You might think I have a gloomy outlook on life, but if you heard him, he'd tell you such things that would make you go "whew."