"I had thought maybe even a decision that final would at least be more... final."

He wants to smoke but he never does within this tent. It's always outside or near somewhere quiet. Still, his hand drops to the edge of his pants as his other lifts to swirl in the air gently, "Probably. I might say goodbye to a few first." There is stuff he has to do. A world he has to end. A family to love and care for. Maybe he would come back after all that. Maybe he wouldn't. A part of him hates he would even consider that. This place was somewhat exciting.