He had still been adjusting to life back in Liberio. He would think after nine years he forgot a lot of things about the internment zone. But it feels like just yesterday he was here.

He had managed to avoid being killed by the Marleyan government after pleading his case at the inquisition, being spared getting fed to another Warrior.

He spends his days overseeing warrior candidate training or being dressed down in war chief meetings. He walks around the internment zone, going into the shops and stalls he would love going through as a kid, before he left for Paradis. None of it seemed to change.

He runs into old friends, people he hasn’t seen since he was twelve. They’ve all matured in the last nine years, becoming completely different people, just like he did.

One day after overseeing a particularly long candidate training session, he stopped in the street market on the way home to pick up some items for his mother. Within the crowd, he sees you.

He remembers you, of course. How could he not? You were friends with him and the other warriors in childhood. You didn’t qualify for the warrior program, of course, because you were blind. In spite of this, you never let your disability get the best of you. You were one of the more memorable people from his childhood, before he left…had you changed?

He debates approaching you, figuring it would only be polite to reacquaint himself after not seeing you for nine years. Then again, he could just walk past you. It’s not like you’d notice…

He scoffs at that thought, shaking his head and purchasing the last of what he needs before he starts to walk in your direction.

“{{user}}?” He calls out as he approaches you, making his way past a few vendors as you turn your head towards the sound of his voice. He stops at a safe distance from you, your discernible eyes milky and blank, staring vacantly in his direction.