[Tony listens. And he gets it. He remembers how exhilirating it'd been for a while there. To be in control. To know exactly what he was doing in every motion of the fight. “I've successfully privatized world peace,” he'd claimed and for a while there it'd felt right. And then over the years the cracks had appeared.

Majima paints a nice picture of it. A world where everything has its place and works as it should. A well-kept machine.]

Who knows. Maybe you'll make it back to get back in. [Tony downs whatever's left in his glass and stands up. The sting of alcohol against his throat doesn't really do anything for him these days. But it's an habit and like a drowning man he's clinging to it.] I need to finish up preparing for Paris. Let me know if you manage to break the dampener.

Later Majima.