A shock of realization hits you. Last time you were in the city, the last time you saw the young troll before you, you were both in a dire situation.
Kanaya: Am I Mistaken To Assume You Had Somehow Survived The City’s Destruction? Kanaya: Or To Extrapolate That You Are Indeed The Same Pupa I Had Unexpectedly Been Impelled To Abandon?
It doesn’t occur to you that time obviously works different for those in the city, all that falls to the way wayside as grief compels you to grab hold of the other’s forearms and rest your forehead to his own. Whatever happened, you were glad he, at least, was alive and well.
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