[He wraps the robes a little more securely around himself. It's not cold exactly, but the pressure of the cloth around his shoulders is an odd comfort. Nothing about this place is familiar - but some of the people are. Just not the faces he'd been hoping to see. Needed to see.]
But where is here? [He doesn't mean for it to come out harsh. And he scrubs his hand over his face.] Sorry. I - Sorry.
[A short, determined shake of his head.]
No, I'm not - I'm not hungry. [Even if he can't remember the last time he'd actually eaten something substantial - he can't remember a lot of the last month or so clearly - the thought of food isn't appetizing right now.] I need to keep looking.
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But where is here? [He doesn't mean for it to come out harsh. And he scrubs his hand over his face.] Sorry. I - Sorry.
[A short, determined shake of his head.]
No, I'm not - I'm not hungry. [Even if he can't remember the last time he'd actually eaten something substantial - he can't remember a lot of the last month or so clearly - the thought of food isn't appetizing right now.] I need to keep looking.