Blacktail Deer Plateau this world is only gonna break your heart

There had been moments during Wraen's voluntary absence, when she had played out those grand scenarios in her mind, what would and could she say, how she would prove her point, express her anger, bitterness and hurt. Those were grand words, speeches that could go down in history. Her imagination at its finest. Sentences that would give her a moment of shining glory at the expense of the other person being crushed and taken aback. Yet same way in the war there are no winners, only those, who have lost a little less, when it came to important conversations in life, you could not act on an impulse. Say words that would push people away and make you regret them later. 

Therefore, when Arthur finally came, happy to see her return, some of the ugly doubts that the white ghost had planted in her dwindled away. She knew just by looking at him and knowing him for almost two years now, that he may keep some things to himself, but he was incapable of lying or not being honest. He was as you saw him be. Therefore she knew that in order not to break anything, she would have to walk this slippery path very carefully. One wrong step and she would fall in the abyss of losing everything. And disappointed she may feel now, her regard for him as a friend was still high. 

Yet she did not make a move to greet him, preferring to sit down and watch him in silence for while, before finally saying: "Arcturus, why don't you tell me a story. About, why are you really here?"