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_{“Certainly. If the thought of dying crosses your mind, there must something bothering you”. And just then she wondered what bothered her. Was it her past? The future? The present? The people around her? Even if he did not wish to die and her words were empty, she was putting them out for herself as well. Bothering others with her problems was not an activity she enjoyed. As her own eyes swam along the ground, she reached into the hidden pocket of her black jacket only to take out a single cigarette and tap it against her lips; unconcious act brought from Paris.}

_{Unaware of the thoughts of her, his own mind wandered around the question as well. Bothering him? His head tilted lightly to the side, before he finally pulled his eyes into focus, his gaze briefly veering over towards her. “Humanity bothers me”, he spoke in quiet velvet tones, before looking away again. The scent of cigarette smoke reached his nose, but that, did not bother him. “I wish life were not precious, and empathy a mere distant theory.”}