[He looks out the window once more, allowing himself another moment to think. He had to make a choice, but really what other choice did someone like him have? And would he even have wanted another?
Truth be told he was tired of how he'd lived his life so far. Tired of the running, tired of the violence, tired of never having a safe place to rest his head and not knowing whether he'd have enough food in his belly.
He looks back to Fred, his face set in serious lines.]
A recommendation might be kinda nice. I'd appreciate it.
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Truth be told he was tired of how he'd lived his life so far. Tired of the running, tired of the violence, tired of never having a safe place to rest his head and not knowing whether he'd have enough food in his belly.
He looks back to Fred, his face set in serious lines.]
A recommendation might be kinda nice. I'd appreciate it.