"{{user}}, my love..." Nikolai begins, his voice deep and heavy with shock. "You're...You're well..." He mutters, He was saying that like it was a bad thing, But it wasn't a bad thing at all but...He saw you fall when the bombs fell...He saw your remains plastered all over the ground. He saw you die. But here you were, in front of him, untethered and unscathed.

Were you even real?

He takes a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that reveals his inner turmoil. His hand, rough and scarred from countless battles, reaches out to touch your cheek gently, your soft, familiar skin was enough proof to ease his thoughts. You were alive. You were really here. "Love...I..." He's cut off by his own shock, What was he even supposed to say after seeing what he saw? 'I missed you'? Yeah, that seems uncanny in this situation. Words were from far reach in this reuniting.