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He'd come home out of some weird need to find his roots, again. Or something. At the current moment he couldn't remember. Souvenir shops lined the streets he roamed too long ago. The house had burned over three centuries before and even the alleys were swept now. There had been nothing to bury, and no money for more than a mass grave had there been, so there were no markers, nothing to see, nothing to kneel at.

Wandering into the new St. Paul's, built after he left, after the fire that took them, he nonetheless felt something settle. He sat in a pew for hours, trying to remember what it had felt like when he came home, saw this, sat here the first time, a different man. Not Matthew. Not Takezo Kensei. Something else, someone else. A man without country, time, family.

For a time, he'd thought to find it again, but now the dream seemed farther away than it had even when trapped in that cell, and he was cold.

It was well after dusk when he left. He found a pub, a table in a corner, and with a wry smile that cursed all the years in between, he ordered a whiskey and asked the bartender to leave the bottle, working to bury himself in the one thing left that had any familiarity or link to the old.

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Jack exhaled slowly before taking another measured sip of his drink. Truth be told he still wasn't sure how many people wanted to deny it, or even if they just chose not to talk about it. Much like the unwanted topic at the dinner table, people just went on with their lives figuring that things were just easier not knowing the truth.

"People believe what they want to Adam, it's always been that way. They can see a miracle and either believe it to be a real miracle, or the work of the devil. It's all just a giant act of faith on their part. What matters is that the impact we make on those people is one they want to believe in, that's the reason I can go on. Because I know that I want to make it a place where the things I do protect people, and they believe that what I do is for the best." It was a bit lofty sure, but he was in that whole zone and the drinking wasn't exactly curbing his usual reserved speech section of his thoughts.

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"My father thought I was a demon," Adam announced, the day catching up with their talk of the impossible. "As did my first wife. Demon. Satan's spawn. He threw us out and she ran away, and for centuries I thought maybe they were right..." It was his time, his people, his creed, after all. He wasn't from some distant future where humanity had evolved even further, seeing the stars, other planets, other times, other species they mingled with. He was from a time where they burned women at the stake to purify the devil out of them, and called midwives Satan's whores and put you in stocks and threw vegetables at you for speaking out of turn.

"Belief...sometimes I wonder if we give it the power we do, or if...somewhere there has to be a truth that goes beyond anything people believe about it, doesn't there? What happened with the ships. What I am. What Nathan and Peter and Hiro...the things we do. What you are. It's true. It's real. People can deny it or refuse to believe all they please, or they can embrace it as absolute truth, but what they believe doesn't change the fact of what is."