It takes Florian some time to reach him, passing down the long aisle from one makeshift cot to another, with a word or a handclasp for every patient. Finally he settles into a crouch at the journalist's side. "Well, my friend."
He lays a hand on the damp forehead. No response.
"This," Florian says, "is disgraceful. A comic genius of your caliber has no business playing at tragedy."
He counts Keller's smile -- faint, wry -- as a victory.