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Lisa's convinced me to take a summer course at a local college. She still hasn't given up hope that I'll quit the Vatican and become a typical, productive member of her Earth's society.

I'll admit that I have some passing interest in the universities here-- I could never go back and attend one in the Fire Nation or Earth Kingdom, even if I wanted to-- but I don't think she understands that I'm never going to be typical.

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[ it's alright he still thinks earth terms are weird sometimes ]

They call it Prime Minister in the UK, but it's more or less the same job, yeah.

I have a feeling they leave you out of the history books.

Mostly, yeah. Enough still slips through that you get your conspiracy theorists collecting information about me, though. Well, a few of them. Well, in my universe, anyway. I'm not sure if I have any parallel versions of myself outside of the ones that show up here.

Does it bother you?

What, not being mentioned in the books?

Having people collect information about you.

Oh, that. A little, I suppose, but only because that means they usually end up getting hurt.

How so?

My adventures tend to veer into the dangerous a lot of the time, and a lot of the time anyone investigating me or them tend to get dragged into it all sooner or later.

That's happened here, hasn't it?

Once or twice, yeah.

I remember you had a Japanese girl traveling with you for a while. Lisa was furious about it.

Haruhi, you mean? Well... yeah, I suppose there were one or two rough patches where she was concerned. Mostly to do with my terrible parenting.

How terrible?

I'm a 900 year old alien who has a habit of getting into dangerous situations without even trying, whose mates tend to wander off deeper into said situations as soon as I turn my back and who at the time lived in a blue box that was bigger on the inside. Add that to the fact that I was hundreds of years out of practice and it's not too hard to figure out where the road bumps were.

... All right, I'll give you that.

But she was a teenager, wasn't she? Surely all the responsibility couldn't have been on you.

Well, no, I suppose when you put it that way... still, it felt like it sometimes. If I'm being completely honest, it feels that way with everyone I end up taking with me, most of the time.

It sounds as if you take too much on your own shoulders.

Does it?

That's just an opinion, of course.

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