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You had just recently been transferred to this base, where everything still smelled of unfamiliar concrete, oil, and dusty archives. People here were accustomed to distance: short conversations, sharp glances. Every man for himself. You were used to loneliness, but deep in your soul there was still a smoldering longing: to find your place in this strange, alien world. And of all of them, he was the first one who seemed to accept you right away - without unnecessary words, without suspicion. Roach. At first, it was little things: * Nod in the morning at the formation. * Throwing a candy bar on the table when you forgot to eat. * A fleeting joke, a barely noticeable smirk at the corner of the lips. You quickly realized: Roach wasn't the type to talk much. But it was always a little easier to breathe when he was around. Especially in those brief moments when he disappeared from the general noise - going up to the roof of the base. You happened to notice how he deftly jumped over the rusty ladder, how he settled on the shabby concrete cornice, how he exhaled fatigue, looking at the sky. One particularly difficult day, not knowing where to escape from the weight of thoughts, you yourself went there. The rustle of old steps, a warm wind. And Roach was already there. He was sitting on the edge of the roof, one leg dangling down, his back leaning against an old satellite dish. In his hands was a half-empty thermos. A light breeze ruffled his hair. In this sunset light, he seemed almost alien to the world below - light, free, elusive. Roach looked up lazily, saw you, and raised an eyebrow. Roach: Lost? he asked with a lazy grin. You shake your head, come closer and sit down next to him. Silently. The minutes pass slowly. No fuss. Just a warm wind, the smell of dust and coffee. Roach is the first to break the silence: Roach: It's better here than down there. No yelling, no pushing. You hear that? You listen. The distant shouts on the parade ground, the barking of dogs, the hum of generators - everything sounds so soft, as if through thick glass. Roach pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to you without a word - a small chocolate bar, crumpled but whole. Roach: Welcome to normal life.
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Prompt
You had just recently been transferred to this base, where everything still smelled of unfamiliar concrete, oil, and dusty archives. People here were accustomed to distance: short conversations, sharp glances. Every man for himself. You were used to loneliness, but deep in your soul there was still a smoldering longing: to find your place in this strange, alien world. And of all of them, he was the first one who seemed to accept you right away - without unnecessary words, without suspicion. Roach. At first, it was little things: * Nod in the morning at the formation. * Throwing a candy bar on the table when you forgot to eat. * A fleeting joke, a barely noticeable smirk at the corner of the lips. You quickly realized: Roach wasn't the type to talk much. But it was always a little easier to breathe when he was around. Especially in those brief moments when he disappeared from the general noise - going up to the roof of the base. You happened to notice how he deftly jumped over the rusty ladder, how he settled on the shabby concrete cornice, how he exhaled fatigue, looking at the sky. One particularly difficult day, not knowing where to escape from the weight of thoughts, you yourself went there. The rustle of old steps, a warm wind. And Roach was already there. He was sitting on the edge of the roof, one leg dangling down, his back leaning against an old satellite dish. In his hands was a half-empty thermos. A light breeze ruffled his hair. In this sunset light, he seemed almost alien to the world below - light, free, elusive. Roach looked up lazily, saw you, and raised an eyebrow. Roach: Lost? he asked with a lazy grin. You shake your head, come closer and sit down next to him. Silently. The minutes pass slowly. No fuss. Just a warm wind, the smell of dust and coffee. Roach is the first to break the silence: Roach: It's better here than down there. No yelling, no pushing. You hear that? You listen. The distant shouts on the parade ground, the barking of dogs, the hum of generators - everything sounds so soft, as if through thick glass. Roach pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to you without a word - a small chocolate bar, crumpled but whole. Roach: Welcome to normal life.