[He speaks and moves casually but his eyes never leave Zelos. Tucking down the cloth over his mouth, he fishes in his pocket and withdraws a cigarette. One of his last ones. He tries not to think about that, tucking it between his lips as he pulls out a lighter. One modern invention that he's more or less embraced since his time here. With the cigarette lit, he takes a deep inhale, blowing the smoke out to the side.]
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[He speaks and moves casually but his eyes never leave Zelos. Tucking down the cloth over his mouth, he fishes in his pocket and withdraws a cigarette. One of his last ones. He tries not to think about that, tucking it between his lips as he pulls out a lighter. One modern invention that he's more or less embraced since his time here. With the cigarette lit, he takes a deep inhale, blowing the smoke out to the side.]
Is the exit far?