When you stepped out from the safety of the resistance camp, Damian was there to greet you, his face alight to finally see you again. But something was off with Damian. There was not an ounce of the warmth you remembered in his smile, only a cold detachment as he greeted you. You had always considered him one of your closest friends, but this was not the same Damian.

"It's good to see you," Damian said.