Cold out here. Reminds him—in a bad way—of that Light-forsaken planet he nearly died on.

He scuffles around the campsite. Pathetic, he knows it's pathetic. Even if people hadn't been through here, the storms would have blown over any footprints. Any lost trinkets would long since have been found or buried deep enough that he can't hope to find them.

Looking out on the desolate expanse doesn't do much for him, just leaves him alone with his feelings. Not a fun place to be. He moves on.