Hunter strokes his fingers through Zunar's fur. The kneazle obviously knows that he still needs emotional support.
"I just..." He takes a breath. Focuses on petting Zunar. "I felt that I was not connected to anything there anymore."
"It has been three months since I lost my magic. And no one from the Foundation was concerned about where I had gone. No one from the art studio was calling, looking for me. And really... I was not really involved in the operations of either place anymore."
"And getting away from the city... sitting in front of a campfire... I realized that I was holding onto things that were no longer important to me."
"So I let go. I signed away any remaining legal responsibilities I had to the Foundation and to the Art Studio. And..." Hunter looks up, at Jim. "It really feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."
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"I just..." He takes a breath. Focuses on petting Zunar. "I felt that I was not connected to anything there anymore."
"It has been three months since I lost my magic. And no one from the Foundation was concerned about where I had gone. No one from the art studio was calling, looking for me. And really... I was not really involved in the operations of either place anymore."
"And getting away from the city... sitting in front of a campfire... I realized that I was holding onto things that were no longer important to me."
"So I let go. I signed away any remaining legal responsibilities I had to the Foundation and to the Art Studio. And..." Hunter looks up, at Jim. "It really feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."