The fact that Thomas was not feeling all that energetic what so ever was definitely something that was hit spot on. Honestly he really was not feeling like himself right now at all, which, again, was why he was being so quiet luckily for Sojo. Usually he was a lot livelier than what he was showing now. He felt tired, like a huge weight had been placed on his shoulders, though not quite exhausted. If he had to hazard a guess it was mostly because of all the dark magic in the area; dark magic always seemed to leave a heavy presence even in his experience with it. There were a few times where it was extremely taxing on someone like him, who had been self taught magic, who did not have it in his blood to be able to use the magic to its fullest. As powerful as he was prior to his death even he had his limits, spells he would not dare touch because they were too much for him to handle.<br/><br/>Briefly he thought about those magic robes of Sojoâ€™s. When he had used magic he wore a necklaceâ€¦ some kind of pendantâ€¦ Fingers absently traced around his neck to discover that it was still there, hidden inside of his shirt, and he wondered why it had not been taken from him at the time of his death. Perhaps they were not aware of how powerful this pendant was or maybe it lost its power in the five years he has been dead. It was possible for a magical item to lose all of its power. Usually whatever the item was had to be broken in some way or another, but this pendant was still intact. Maybe he could recharge the pendant here in the city, he wondered to himself. Unfortunately he was on a bit of a leash since he was bound to Sojo and if he went off and caused mischief he feared that leash could be tightened. That was something he didnâ€™t want.<br/><br/>When Sojo asked about his past life, he was pulled from those thoughts. A big grin stretched across Thomasâ€™s face and he chuckled. â€œNow, now, letâ€™s not get so hasty. You see, I donâ€™t know anything about you other than the fact youâ€™re a necromancer who seems to have accidentally brought me back to life instead of this â€˜Viperâ€™ you kept rambling about.â€ He said, making it clear he wasnâ€™t about to spill his guts. With all he has been through he was not someone who trusted easily or revealed too much about himself. They have barely known each other for a few hours, not a very long time to get to know everything about someone. If Sojo wanted answers then they were going to come in time, if he would even share things about himself at all. â€œJust because Iâ€™m in your house doesnâ€™t mean Iâ€™m willing to sit down and eat some shrimp burritos, though Iâ€™ll admit they do smell pretty good, while we chat about what my life was like before I died. The past is the past, after all. I have you to thank for giving me a new futureâ€<br/><br/>Who would want to hear about his past anyway? It wasnâ€™t like he was a saintâ€¦ oh no, he has done terrible things with the dark magic he knew and the continuation of that practice interested him. He had Sojo to thank for him being alive, giving him a new future; he didnâ€™t have to think about the past. Necromancy probably didnâ€™t quite work like that but as long as he was here and living again he might as well make something of it. Oh and he would make something of it alright.<br/><br/>He was serious about not being hungry, he wasnâ€™t just being wary. Thomas has had his fill from that apple and even if he was still a bit hungry it wasnâ€™t enough to make him want to satisfy it. The food smelled really good, even if shrimp burritos were not his favorite thing in the world, he disliked shrimp, but he wasnâ€™t willing to eat it. What he wanted right now was an ice, cold beer. Maybe there was a bar he could go to somewhere in town. If there was he hoped it was close enough where he wouldnâ€™t get shocked by the invisible boundary, a mile might seem like a good distance but it was still pretty damn limited. Thomas was not someone who liked to be caged up so this was definitely something he was going to have to force himself to get use to.<br/><br/>Turning away from Sojo, he said, â€œI think Iâ€™ll take a nap or something for the time being. I do feel pretty exhausted.â€ Looking over his shoulder, the grin appeared again, â€œYou donâ€™t mind pointing me towards where I can take a nap, do you? This is a nice place but it seems a bit smallâ€¦ will we be sleeping together?â€ He was being sarcastic of course, his tone pretty much oozed sarcasm, but he was serious about the place being small. It seemed that Sojo was the only person who lived here. He vaguely remembers his apartment being pretty shitty and only having one bedroom because he was the only person who lived there. Anyone who spent the night, on the rare occasions he would have some kind of company, they slept on the couch in the living room.