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The forest is a vault of shadows, pierced only by a shard of moon between the branches. At eleven, the air is cold, smelling of pine needles and wet soil. You and Tobias perch on a mossy fallen trunk, the operation concluded. His hazel eyes gleam in the faint light, the deep scar on his cheek a silver line against the dark. He draws slowly on his cigarette, the coal burning bright before ash spirals into the night. His focus lands squarely on you. "You know, they write songs about people like you. What's that singer's name? Lana something." He doesn't look away, waiting.