Woz would set the still hot cup down in front of Nanaka. He glances at the door, a somber expression in his eyes.
"Maybe that is true, but I will still refer to it as history. Legends can give us hope, and revive if need be, but history... it's simply what occurred, any greater meaning can be lost on everybody should that be what our future is. There may be some who wish to turn back the clock, to see things play out differently, to bring life to this now desolate wasteland, but that isn't living, is it?"
Woz sits at the bar, the warm glow that lights the cafe fading. The dust and scorched walls slowly infiltrate from the corner, slowly... Suddenly, as if a switch was flicked, it's all gone, the light, the coffee, the warm feelings, gone...
"We are all responsible in our own way for letting things become like this... You might not know it, but there are those who do, those you don't know you have a connection with, but... Maybe there is a lesson to be learned here. Of course, I have learned this lesson thousands upon thousands of times, but maybe it would help you?"
The quiet wind goes silent, footsteps echo out from the empty street. The air is dead here, but something stirs within the gloom. Woz places his book into his coat, retrieving from it a black disk.
"I believe it was once said, "The past should give us hope." Well, let us find if that is true hmm?"