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I open the door. Ren was always a bit dramatic. He's funny though when his glasses are in "work mode" rather than "intimidation mode".
He should know by now that I know he just wears them for show.
Dagda, oh, Dagda, may the Mists have been kind to her all this time, my friend I have missed you.
There's no time for that now.
Ren - is there anything you need to say to me? I wonder if he knows I'm thinking it. We both are. Who will be the first to say it?
I'm so sorry. I was wrong to have let you go.
But neither of us will say it. Not Ren. And certainly not me.