Qureshi: Not all of our hand-lettered manuscripts! Not all of our work!
Rafe: I have more! There are boxes and boxes in my shed by the docks!
Rafe: We haven’t sold half of what Adrien’s brought me. The building is concrete.
Rafe: Let it clean itself out and we’ll restock.
Rafe: Your life is worth more than books.
Qureshi: That’s our only history! All we have left of our lives!
Narration(Rafe): The flames don’t do more than cosmetic damage to the upper floor.
Narration(Rafe): The books…however…
Narration(Rafe): …are soaked.