Aaron nodded at Shadow's words and mentally narrowing his eyes. He wasn't sure but there may be another motive for the placement of his room. As Shadow had put it earlier, in case he changed his mind. Aaron was determined not to allow that to happen.

"I would like to leave now," he said, his voice coming out clearer than it had before now that he felt the smoke was finally clensed (for the most part) from his lungs. "There isn't anything else here for me and right now just watching the fire burn is a little..depressing." He idly wondered whether he should send some kind of note to his family to tell them that he was actually alive and not burried under the remains of a burning building. He decided not to. THey wouldn't care. Seeing Shadow run a hand through his hair Aaron reached up and touched his own scalp. His hand came away almost black and Aaron grimaced. He would definitely need to wash. He was covered in soot and smoke. He was dirtier then he had thought.