Henri Rousseau The Football Players

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didn't know what to say.
"You have," she went on. "You wouldn't be human else. You'd be… half dead. We seen a kid with his daemon cut away. You en'tabout what I'm looking for. There must be some Scholars in this world. There must be someone who knows about it."
"Maybe not in this world. But I came here out of a place called Oxford. There's plenty of scholars there, if that's what you want." like that. Even if you don't know you've got a daemon, you have. We was scared at first when we saw you. Like you was a night-ghast or something. But then we saw you weren't like that at all.""We?""Me and Pantalaimon. Us. But you, your daemon en't separate from you. It's you. A part of you. You're part of each other. En't there anyone in your world like us? Are they all like you, with their daemons all hidden away?"Will looked at the two of them, the skinny pale-eyed girl with her black-rat daemon now sitting in her arms, and felt profoundly alone."I'm tired. I'm going to bed," he said. "Are you going to stay in this city?""Dunno. I've got to find out more