The Bracken Woods we were diamonds, now we’re dust

I'm just glad you're safe. is all he murmurs in reply.

And he thinks to himself, maybe, in this moment, their bond was not lost on them. 

There is a lot of catching up to do, though. Masque acknowledges his most notable development, his rank.

Yeah. I am. It's quite rude to call for a Wealda without her Berserkr, actually. He replies with the trace of a smile on his lips—bittersweet humor. 

Then, silence envelops them for several moments, only to be broken by his revelation.

I would've come with you, y'know.

But I guess that was the point of leaving.