“I understand where you’re coming from” and he did. When he’d left…was escorted from the Guard, he’d decided to set up shop out of country. Far enough to lose the regular hustle and bustle of the States, but still close enough to have access to technology. He wanted to stay connected. He’d had relatives still alive and he tried to keep contact, but no one would be looking for him specifically…at least no one with the ability to find him. For all intents and purposes, he had to consider himself dead to the world.<br/><br/>“Do you miss it?” he asked. He was vague on purpose as a way to let her examine what she had and what she has now. She mentioned that she was home now, which was a big statement. It had a certain finality about it, like she wasn’t going anywhere. His question was meant to read her intent on leaving. On the other hand, he knew he’d have ot get used to the idea that he might not making it out of here. First, he didn’t know where “here” was. Second, without that simple little thing called bearing, any attempt he made to get out of here would only leave him tired, thirsty, and quite honestly…a goner.<br/><br/>He had to chuckle a bit at that. If she looked at him, he’d only shake it off.<br/>