[Every so often, he would hear a voice that made him start searching for the source. Or he'd see a face that would make his heart stop. But it was never really his commander. He knew it couldn't be. But it didn't stop his instincts from running wild.
And a voice. He stood, bumping his legs on the table and nearly spilling his cup. It was him. It had to be, this time. It looked like him, it sounded like him--]
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He'd taken a seat in a café, in a far corner where he could see all the doors. But he wasn't at his best, still. He was in recovery, and his main focus now was making sure he ate enough. The food here was too rich for him to stomach, but they sold tea that helped him keep things down. Tea, his medication, and a third of a ration bar.
And a voice. He stood, bumping his legs on the table and nearly spilling his cup. It was him. It had to be, this time. It looked like him, it sounded like him--]
Sir?