Cid looks out across the space between them. Though they still sat together, there was a palpable gulf. Loneliness, anger, and regret tore through that particular chasm like biting winds.

But still, Barnabas’ words reach him with his heart already softened and receptive to him. There’s so much he wants to say, and so much he wants to hold back. They both twist in his gut.

“… I missed you.”

He missed him when he left. He missed the man that he was before he changed. He missed his life, what they all had. He missed the simple things, his people, their plans.