Some may wonder if Christopher was being unfair in constantly bemoaning his position and place in the the new world. Could it really be so bad? Were their failures really so great? Surely it was just arrogance and a certain amount of... almost xenophobia that made him so consistently point out the flaws in the World's Superpower. Jealousy perhaps for an Empire fallen as a new one rises? Of words like "colour" and "realise" being misspelt, of even the simplest words like aluminium and tomato being mispronounced.  Perhaps it was all just petty, a powerless man flailing against the fading light, a man convinced this century had nothing for him bitter against the changes. Perhaps it was all nothing.<br/><br/>Or perhaps there was something to it.<br/><br/>The Lily Asylum was a special place. It's patrons were summoned because they had potential... and that potential often meant they were that perfect combination of dangerous and insane. In short they were the type of people who in many societies would have been chained up in the market square and stoned to death. These were not celebrities checking into the Priory because they'd been caught doing coke one too many times and needed to appear to the world that they were facing up to their "problem" /even while they still blew three quarters of Columbia's GDP up their nose each weekend. It wasn't a lesser class place where the plebeians of even this world went with their depressions and /*-their little affairs of the mind. It wasn't even an asylum for the criminal insane, the murderers and the carrion of the world. It was more then that. Security and professionalism... at least in that sense... were of the utmost importance.<br/><br/>And what had these two reincarnations of Dionysius Exiguus done?<br/><br/>Brought one of the patients directly into the inner workings, into for what lack of a better term was the staff quarters.<br/><br/>And you wonder why Christopher despairs at the state of this New World?<br/><br/>He listened politely as the new patient said his piece, nodding his head in return. How droll. Pseudo-intellectual posturing with supposedly deep undertones. Almost an implied threat as well. And quoting Juvenal's interpretation? Why not go back to where it was originally stated, by Plato in his discussion on the intoxication of Guardians? No instead he'd gone for the most common and overused version of it. It's not as if Juvenal hadn't written some decent things in his time...<em>"Curius quid sentit et ambo Scipiadae, quid Fabricius manesque Camilli, quid Cremerae legio et Cannis consumpta iuventus, ot bellorum animae, quotiens hinc talis ad illos umbra venit? cuperent lustrari, si qua darentur sulpura cum taedis et si foret umida laurus. Illic heu miseri traducimur. arma quidem ultra"</em>immediately came to mind even if he he was little more than a rabble rouser who fell into the same hypocrisies he accused his targets of. There were far better of course but there were also far worse... he was no Bavius or Maevius it had to be said. Now that was a perfect comparison for the two idiots who were still stood there waiting. The slight not would be the only reaction Mark got to his piece, his next comments directed at the two orderlies.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm afraid there must have been a frightful mistake my good sirs. I do not handle transfers... or anything of the sort. If you were to turn around and retrace your steps I assure you will eventually find signs for processing and in turn for new arrivals. It is there that our new guests will be made most welcome. May I suggest you retire there for now... I assure you the appropriate person in the facilities will deal with this there." </strong><br/><br/>Not even a hint of annoyance in a voice that remained friendly, balanced and cultured at all times.