( appropriate or unsettlin', you go on an' take your pick. verdict's still out for him. )

Well... I guess it seems poetic in a sense. Light o'the soul an' all.

( hell, he gets out another pack of cigarettes, these ones a rumpled k-ration pack an' chesterfields besides, an' lights it off his own. there's a spell o'silence where he don't do much else than that, an' then he tips his head out. exhales just shy of hard. )

For what it's worth, I'm glad it weren't permanent.