[He nods, as he walks. He keeps his gaze straight ahead, but always stays within scanning distance, within touching distance, of the medic with him. He doesn't want to move any faster, any further away, than that. It's incredibly sentimental and foolish of him. But he can't bring himself to stop.]
[It's been too long.]
[A year is too long -- how strange that sounds, to someone who's been alive so long.]
Yeah.
[How does he even begin to explain this?]
This place. It does... things. Strange things. I was here... years. Before now.
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[It's been too long.]
[A year is too long -- how strange that sounds, to someone who's been alive so long.]
Yeah.
[How does he even begin to explain this?]
This place. It does... things. Strange things. I was here... years. Before now.