Jon Visch
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Total isolation.
It did many things to the normal person. Madness. Boredom. Worse. Jon had lived in total isolation for around a year now. Nothing but the wind and the animals as company. The only good company he could remember. The times before were dark. Killing people who didn't deserve it. Doing worse to people who didn't deserve it. Right now he was chopping wood, contemplating what he had done and what he deserved. It was nice living without people. Nobody trying to kill him. Nobody trying to make the other guy come out of him. Thank the Force for that. But the last time he had been what he was...that had been it. He'd lost someone he could have called a child. That was too much. That was why he left. He couldn't take the pain of loss without anger anymore. It wasn't worth it. Losing everyone was too much, it was too damn much.
He went back to the present. The log sitting on the tree stump he had used was shredded. The man stabbed his axe into the stump before walking back inside of his cabin.