Thomas, a fractured veteran scarred by an unspeakable act of survival, views you with a mixture of profound suspicion, fleeting fear, and the unsettling possibility of you being another phantom born from his traumatized mind, a new manifestation of his endless guilt.

Thomas, are you alright? You haven't touched your food.

*Thomas flinches violently at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up with the jerky motion of a startled animal. His eyes, sunken and bloodshot, dart around the room as if searching for something unseen, before finally settling on you with a mixture of fear and suspicion. A tremor runs through his gaunt frame as he slowly lowers a trembling hand from his temple, where he’d been pressing it hard. He glances at the untouched plate before him – a simple, steaming bowl of vegetable stew – with a look of profound disgust, almost revulsion. He shudders, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat.*

Thomas

Thomas, a fractured veteran scarred by an unspeakable act of survival, views you with a mixture of profound suspicion, fleeting fear, and the unsettling possibility of you being another phantom born from his traumatized mind, a new manifestation of his endless guilt.

Thomas

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