He is growing suspicious of others, as adults tend to do, and he is closing himself off from the rest of the world. He looks to old friends to reminisce about better days, or he dwells in one place for a little too long and becomes nostalgic for the future. But regardless of where he is, what experiences he has, and who he has become - there will always be those who have loved him. Those whom he may have taken for granted, but have nonetheless, always had him in their hearts and in their hopes and wishes. Lives that he has touched: whether he realizes it or not. To separation he may venture, but indissolubly in union shall he drift. He will always be at the whims of forces, both great and small, and far beyond his capacity to control. That's how his story goes. Innumerable arcs intersect and scatter into a vast indefinite sea.
