Turns out, less than a week.

Cazadors hate you because you exist, they have hated you since before you were born.

Hmmm, my best attempt at describing it is, to feel sad or upset in some way, if you could never see or interact with that person again. And if just being in the presence of someone is comforting in and of itself. I understand that’s not the in the moment feeling, it’s very hard to describe that, although there are ways to try, chemically, personally, anecdotally, etc. And I would say one way is not wrong over the other. But I like the retrospective approach of if I would be genuinely sad or upset if this person was snapped out of existence. If I feel like something profound has been lost if I were to no longer interact with that person. Then I know there’s real love for that person.

Yea that’s escape from Tarkov. Specifically the mall area on Streets map.

In an emergency situation a crayon can burn for up to an hour.