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Seeing as he wasn't going to get any response from Mist, he instead just went about his business. He set about boiling the kettle, putting bread in the toaster, all the normal morning things to do. "You're pretty antisocial." He said absently, not really sure whether he should pity him or hate hhim. Firefly was still mulling over the events of yesterday, and hadn't yet come to a conclusion over whether or not he ought to try and combat this apparent psychosis from which he suffered. Well, it was more likely that others would suffer thanks to him, but that was beside the point.