Duos never made a sound, never spoke as he drew a little closer... She, she was kindred. Not in the way of blood or birth, but family in a sense of mutual endearment. Or rather, suffering... He had only seen himself once or twice in a mirror, but he understood, on some level, she was like him, and he like her...<br/><br/>Shadows seemed to peel away from the towering man, his red lense eyes fading into being before the rest of his cloak swathed form. Rifle resting lazily craddled in his right arm, barrel and stock the only visible parts outside his multitude of cloaks. Head canted to the side like a curious cat. His inner wills fighting with one another, his own secret encounters still playing havoc on the shadowing sniper's mind. She knew things he didn't... She could answer questions he had been asking himself. She was no Thule, but DAMN if it wasn't a close second place prize! His thoughts were begining to focalize, internal static, likely from the radio, was fading back to a minimum, before he whispered out, unaware his voice was carrying over the radio in his head, and likely in her own...<br/><br/><span style="color: dimgray">"Welcome back... To the land, of the living..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>