[ it's almost kind of sad that there isn't very much thomas hasn't seen or experience or been through outside of reims. he's dealt with being thrown into a place he doesn't belong, he's dealt with terrible monsters. he's walked away from a friend who deserved so much more, and listened as the gunshot echoed across the scorch.

majima doesn't have to finish that sentence for thomas to understand the gist of it. majima would rather die than live (if turning into a sound eater could even be considered living) and wait for something that may never come. it's the answer thomas expected from him. it's the answer he'd probably choose for himself, too, though it's hard to imagine giving up before he can get his friends to a safe haven. they come first. they always come first.

thomas's eyes flit back and forth between majima's, almost like he's contemplating something. trying to figure something out about him, or maybe just something about himself. after a moment, he just nods, slow and subtle. he breathes out quietly. ]

... Well. Let's just hope we got it really wrong.

[ he pauses for a moment, then shifts his weight off of his forearms as he straightens up. he reaches out, grabbing the candy bar off the bartop. ]

I'm... gonna head out. [ he lifts the chocolate a little, taking a couple backward steps. ] Thanks for the candy. Let me know if you lose the chicken again and need help rounding her up.