Nova Peak keep the rage tender

What to expect, he wasn’t sure, whether it be anger or joy. When he’d left, he hadn’t shared any goodbyes, he’d simply disappeared after Freyja; out of them all, she had been the one to always be there for him. He’d grown so attached, so dependent, back then that the option of not following her had never crossed his mind. Controlled by impulse, he’d abandoned the only home that he had ever known—he began to expect anger. Yet, there seemed to be an unforeseeable third option: being unrecognised. At least, he assumed that to be the case when all that came out of her mouth was a single-worded response.

“I—” his voice died with a sharp crack, unaccustomed to being used. Closing his mouth, he cleared his throat, trying to get his vocal cords working again. “Ai moba,” was the first thing to leave his mouth thereafter, quiet but audible. Both for leaving and returning, though he made no verbal clarification that those were his reasons. It was all he could think to say, fully unprepared for the encounter and, deep down, fearing the outcome.