Habit; 34
He is exacting in everything he does, applying himself rather carefully as to succeed with minimal exertion. Off duty, he used to read a bit, but he wasn't so painstakingly efficient back then. Now, he's too listless to read, or to do anything, really, save subsist. He'll never kill himself, of course; he will continue to subsist in that annoying, exacting way of his. It's as though he's waiting for something into which he might pour all the energy he's saved, though how you save energy when you barely eat escapes me. Still, it's typical enough of him to try.
