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[mutestronaut]

When he wakes up, it's still dark - dark, but light enough that the stars aren't quite visible anymore. Nevertheless, he takes a moment, still prone on the ground, eyes open, searching the pale-dawn-sky for

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[failsper]

Jasper can't sleep, these days. Not well, anyway. He's almost used to it, so fuck it; when he wakes up and the sun is nowhere in sight, he just stretches his arms up a little and calls it morning.

Not like there's much to look forward to.

He wanders kind of aimlessly, trying to shake the stiffness out of his leg. No one else should be awake yet

Except, huh. That guy is. And he's going through his stuff like he's throwing half of it away.

"You going somewhere?" Jasper whispers, curious.

[mutestronaut]

Unfortunately, though it seems that he's going to throw things away, he can't find many things that he doesn't think he'll need in the future.

He discards the remnant of the bait he used to catch the fish, the ones he traded in town. He can find that fresh.

Ah.

It's - Jasper?

He glances up, to Jasper, briefly. Is he going somewhere? That should be obvious.

[failsper]

"All right, all right," Jasper laughs softly. "Stupid question."

He takes a few still cautious steps closer, sitting down near enough to talk to the man without waking everyone up, but far enough away that he's not totally infringing on his space. As if he wasn't interrupting already.

"Where you headed?"

[mutestronaut]

Just a shrug, this time, without looking up. He's not sure where he's headed. South. East. He just wants to be away, away from sickened Red Cross camps with their mud and their hopelessness. Better to be alone, where it's quiet.

He realizes that he's paused, in packing up his bag. There's no reason to do that.

So he continues.