"It just makes no sense." Disciple shakes her head resignedly and sighs. She always wondered how whatever gained from the curses could outweigh whatever it is they spent to physically alter an entire city's inhabitants, or swap their minds, or any number of seemingly impossible feats. She was now also wondering why she was sitting here forcing small-talk with her matesprit. They used to talk for hours on end about anything, even if a lot of the time it was just her listening to him speak. Disciple could happily listen to him speak forever.

There is a brief, hesitant silence as she stops to take a sip of her tea. Not really sure where to go next she stares at her drink. Finally, though, the burning ache sitting in the pit of her stomach overcomes her anxiety and forces itself to the surface.

"I missed you... I... I am glad you returned."