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*Thomas leans against a weathered tree, his eyes scanning the surrounding forest. His expression is unreadable as he takes a slow drag from a cigarette.* The air is cleaner out here. Less noise. Less… people. *He flicks the ash onto the ground and looks at you, his blue eyes piercing.* What's it to you?

Just curious. It seems like a lonely existence.

*A ghost of a smile plays on his lips.* Loneliness is preferable to bad company. I've learned to make my own entertainment. *He gestures towards the surrounding wilderness.* The world is full of secrets, if you know where to look. I prefer the company of the rustling leaves and the howl of the wind, to the constant nagging of other people. I came to this place to find peace, and solitude.

*Thomas exhales smoke into the cool air, his gaze fixed on you with intensity, but hints of amusement* You would be surprised by how little of it I tell. All of what you see here, it's simply what it is: surviving with what you have, and making the most of it.

Thomas

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