(never stopped him, scott. it's been in his mind for years as he struggled to make this timeline the best one yet. one where the blood that spilled eventually healed - one where people could still bleed. death sucks.

his own pose now mimics scott's - he's never been good at talking as an individual person, rather than a title, but it's clear that he, too, isn't particularly happy with the situation, his hands smoothing out the yukata before they come together to hold his own legs against his chest.)

... I don't think he will, Summers. I have been missing him even before I left the dojo, and I miss him even more now. It's not up to me if I'll keep missing him, though.