[The recognition is something written on his soul, even though his memory can't recall anything. But so much of his memory is hidden, written over and so jumbled that he doesn't question it. A young girl with wings who shows him unquestioning kindness and trust; it sounds like a fairytale written in long-ago history. But it's the most comforted he's felt since Oz had disappeared, and exactly what he needed to hear.
The cigarette is nearly finished, and when he cracks his eyes back open he stares down at it rather than smoking the rest of it. The nicotine has also helped calm him as it always does, but just like the first time he'd smoked, he feels sick from it. It'll take his body a while to get used to it again, and he'll hate himself for giving in. Also not an unfamiliar feeling.
The rest of the cigarette is tossed onto the ground, and he kicks a bit of snow on top of it to cover it. Out of sight, out of mind.
But at least now...I think I know what to do next.]
Thank you for the cigarette. [He stands, shuffles his feet into the snow to try and get his balance back on the slippery ground.] If there's anything I can do to return the favor...
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The cigarette is nearly finished, and when he cracks his eyes back open he stares down at it rather than smoking the rest of it. The nicotine has also helped calm him as it always does, but just like the first time he'd smoked, he feels sick from it. It'll take his body a while to get used to it again, and he'll hate himself for giving in. Also not an unfamiliar feeling.
The rest of the cigarette is tossed onto the ground, and he kicks a bit of snow on top of it to cover it. Out of sight, out of mind.
But at least now...I think I know what to do next.]
Thank you for the cigarette. [He stands, shuffles his feet into the snow to try and get his balance back on the slippery ground.] If there's anything I can do to return the favor...