sleeplessCartoonist
World-Renowned Dawdler
He nodded, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, sure. Let's split it." he said, stretching his legs and realizing how heavy they felt. Over the course of a year, he had learned to get used to aching muscles, as that had become the norm for him. He sat back a bit, glancing around briefly. "The farm might be filled with corpses, though. The guy's family. We might have to clear it out, first, to be safe..." Aidan frowned, running a hand through his hair as he thought. "I kind of pity him, in a way. I mean, yeah, what he did was terrible, but... I can understand someone going crazy in times like these."