The conversation flowed as expected.
Tit for tat, this for that, no objections.
No topic taboo; religion or politics, and sometimes the meta.
The universe, no; multiverses, what was served for breakfast.
Ultimate freedom of speech. Deliberation, emancipation.
Flying solo leaves little room for error. Or great spaces for terror.
Scant disagreement, and sometimes solitary chaos.
The hermit does not complain.
The war within intrigues to the end.
Everything else seems mundane.