Sort of disclaimer: what their -- that is theirs, what mine -- that is mine
The Prestige.
He yearned for that man for ages. He followed him in all his beginnings. He could have done everything for him.
Once, spending that rare free time at the pint of beer -- hard to believe, but sometimes they visited the little unknown pub together -- he asked "Alfred, this can last forever, you know. Are you going to stop this"
"Why should I?", -- was the answer. "This is my reason to live; nobody can understand this better than you." Alfred turned to him. "Or you need some rest?" Alfred's smile was overwhelming as ever. "Tell me, what you want."
He knew, he cannot answer the truth, so, he turned back to their diary. He had to invent a new trick. To give a surprise to monsieur Angier, of course.
