The bruises you saw in the memory where I was shot came from that person. [which is starting to tie everything together. so much of his life hinges on this single person.] As I said, in Karm, we speak with our fists, so that's exactly what we did.

We fought in a place where no one would think to find us or the bodies we would have left behind, but in the end, no one died because that person was adamant that we both lived-- beat me up well enough that I had to concede to their point.

[then he sighs, halo dimming into a very pale blue that barely sheds any light. nehan cricks his neck, body feeling stiff after standing in the same position for too long.]

They never came to visit me while I was asleep, or even after I woke, but last I heard, they were doing well. I think, if they ever came here, I wont approach them at all. They've already set the precedent-- they want nothing to do with me.