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Life moves slowly when you're alone.

Doesn't it?

I never really paid attention until now.

Why not?

I had this friend that was really close to me. I watched him die. I never realized how much I missed him until he came back.

Poor guy, robbed of his peace.

He wouldn't call it that. *smiles meekly*

He's got alot of plans for Santa Carla.

Does he?

*nods*

He's just waiting for the rest of the pack to arrive.

And then what?

He won't tell me.

I probably don't need to know anyways. Just as long as the kid I'm looking out for doesn't get hurt.

It's a little childish.

David is..calculating.

He knows what he's doing.

Santa Carla is nothing.

Santa Carla is home.

It is not much of an ambition.

It is when you have nowhere else to go.

David and the rest are my family.