Six months. Roger had lasted six months before the cracks started to show.
It didn't take a genius to pick up on being lied to. Yuri is inclined to believe he's never been a genius, now or ever, but the old man's behavior raised so many red flags Yuri finally forced him to come clean.
...by getting him super drunk at his favorite bar. It was a night - full of tears and snot (from Roger) along with confusion and anger (from Yuri). It was only after he spoke to Keith and Margarete, getting their side of the story, did he even believe his name was really Yuri.
After that, it's been nothing but downhill.
A year and a half later he finds himself living a life he imagined he used to have - drifting through towns, stowing away on trains and boats. Well, boat. Nobody warned him about the horrific seasickness that seems to try to kill him on the way over to China.
Never again. Roger can figure out how to fly places.
Shangai doesn't bring what he's looking for - recognition. Nostalgia. Anything other than the indifference. Margarete offered to travel with him for a time, thinking her own stories would jog his memory, but he's on his last leg of hope here.
Does he even want any of that back? He has run across a few shopkeepers who recall him visiting - the reactions have been mixed, to say the least.
He's standing outside a bar, hands on hips and contemplating just going inside and getting obliterated. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Without further thought, he enters the bar, not worried about keeping a low profile by any means. What's the point of it? A fight might do him some good.
tonight we're gonna party like it's 1920! in shanghai wow so nice
It didn't take a genius to pick up on being lied to. Yuri is inclined to believe he's never been a genius, now or ever, but the old man's behavior raised so many red flags Yuri finally forced him to come clean.
...by getting him super drunk at his favorite bar. It was a night - full of tears and snot (from Roger) along with confusion and anger (from Yuri). It was only after he spoke to Keith and Margarete, getting their side of the story, did he even believe his name was really Yuri.
After that, it's been nothing but downhill.
A year and a half later he finds himself living a life he imagined he used to have - drifting through towns, stowing away on trains and boats. Well, boat. Nobody warned him about the horrific seasickness that seems to try to kill him on the way over to China.
Never again. Roger can figure out how to fly places.
Shangai doesn't bring what he's looking for - recognition. Nostalgia. Anything other than the indifference. Margarete offered to travel with him for a time, thinking her own stories would jog his memory, but he's on his last leg of hope here.
Does he even want any of that back? He has run across a few shopkeepers who recall him visiting - the reactions have been mixed, to say the least.
He's standing outside a bar, hands on hips and contemplating just going inside and getting obliterated. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Without further thought, he enters the bar, not worried about keeping a low profile by any means. What's the point of it? A fight might do him some good.