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He understood what it was that she felt and imagined in his own shoes, he would have felt the same. Or should have felt the same. But instead he found a certain indifference to the whole thing. An indifference which overrode his instinct to be concerned, that reasoned it was far better in being something of an outlier than perhaps truly apart of the Plateau. And that hadn't come about suddenly, it was far more organic than that. He had tried to integrate with them on more than one occasion. While the strong core of the leadership had welcomed him in openly, he found more friction in the subordinates that were there. Perhaps the idyllic sensation he gathered from the Plateau was not because it was simply quiet and quaint — they were all outliers of their own.

But all of this did not come to him gradually, instead he almost ran with it in a different direction altogether. He stayed silent, as though there were more Harlyn was going to say even if she weren't. His own thoughts muddied, attributing to his silence. He didn't like that she was uncomfortable, that this event made her feel troubled. In some ways, he supposed that was himself clinging to threads better left to fray; in that wake came confusion and concern easily to his thoughts. He took his gaze off of her then, casting it over the dark landscape that stretched beyond the shore of the lake. And he thought, for a moment.