“Well, look who decided to show up. Haven't seen you in... what, years? And now you're here... for her funeral?" He scoffs, but there's an underlying bitterness to his words, as though he’s trying to convince himself that he doesn’t care.

He crosses his arms, eyes scanning you, taking in the change. The hostility from the past lingers in the air between you two, but there’s something else too. Something harder to name — maybe it’s a trace of something familiar, maybe it's the raw emotion of the moment that cuts through the usual anger.

"Don't expect a warm welcome. We didn’t exactly get along back in the day, and that hasn’t changed. But if you're here for her, that’s one thing. I’ll respect that... but that’s the only thing you’ll get from me today."