“So, you lost everything in the crisis?” Claire probed further. She hoped he would talk a bit more clearly about that. It could at least shine a light on how he ended up in the hopeless position he is in now. Maybe he became the homeless beggar he was now because of the crisis?
“A king’s ransom and a pauper’s penny, all the same in destiny’s eyes,” Dave murmured while barely looking at Claire. He seemed lost in his own fantasy world, lost in his own riddles. His answers were a complete waste of time, Claire felt as if she was reading a weird translation of an old Latin text instead of talking to a real-life, present day man.