Thx, bro

Jason hesitantly accepted the bowl of food, even going so far as to give it a tentative sniff. But at the end of the day, hunger could make the proudest of men its bitch.

"He's not wrong, friend," he mumbled, settling back down in front of the roaring fire and slurping up a spoonful of the stew. "I've no means to repay you and my gratitude is less than worthless."

In no time at all, the bowl was empty. He let out an unintentionally loud belch which even he found repulsive. Then, he just stared into the fire, waiting for his clothes to dry out. The flames were hot and he was sitting closer than most would feel comfortable doing. But the warmth of the fire did little to dispel the cold despair within.

"You feel it too, don't you? The emptiness. ...Like something's been taken from us, but you aren't sure what. Or am I just a madman, rambling nonsense?" he mumbled into the crackling flames.

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