Hoshor Plains brings me 'round again

He swallows hard as Dawn greets him, gaze shifting between the two figures once again as he tries to comprehend the situation. You're alive, His voice drops with the first realization to strike him, and he mirrors her step forward. Twice now Dawn has been dead to him; twice he has grieved her and given up hope of finding her or any of his family. It's almost hard to believe she's really here, but he can already feel his his spirits lifting a little. But Evergreen... he glances back a third time, noting his expression, and he remains puzzled at first. It should be a happy occasion, after all. Dawn is alive and okay, and home, and —
And then it clicks. But you're not staying. His voice is only a shade tremulous as he addresses his sister again, hardly betraying the mix of emotions that accompanies the realization. He shouldn't have expected it, he knows; he'd never been close to any of his family members, had never gotten the chance between all the tragedies of his young life. Why should he mean anything to them, when he's never truly been one of them? But logic doesn't seem to stop the hollow ache taking root in his chest.