[He's cagey, hearing that. A comfort not to be trapped, of course, but the alternative... Going back of his own free will when he knows what's waiting? Not possible.
So he may as well be trapped. If not by the station itself, then by his own decisions.]
Good luck. [Even sharply, it isn't said to be mean-spirited. It just is what it is.] Maybe you'll get it this time.
[The cigarette is done. He stubs it out, then thinks about tossing it to the ground—but surrounded even by the illusion of nature, he can't. So awkwardly into his pocket it goes. Better not to leave a trace, anyway.] Thanks for the smoke. [And then he turns to head off.]
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So he may as well be trapped. If not by the station itself, then by his own decisions.]
Good luck. [Even sharply, it isn't said to be mean-spirited. It just is what it is.] Maybe you'll get it this time.
[The cigarette is done. He stubs it out, then thinks about tossing it to the ground—but surrounded even by the illusion of nature, he can't. So awkwardly into his pocket it goes. Better not to leave a trace, anyway.] Thanks for the smoke. [And then he turns to head off.]