[His mouth hanging agape for a moment, Elidibus blinks. How is this possible...?]
I...
[And thus come the complicated emotions. Azem, the traitor, who abandoned them all in their hour of need. But Azem had also been his friend, and though the memories are faint, the feelings they created are still there.
(Even more jarring to see them outside of the traditional robes, but going against the grain was always their way, so perhaps not so much.)]
Azem?
[It's all he can manage right now, along with some moon-eyed staring. He isn't sure if he's elated or upset to see them at the moment. Remembering may have brought him some measure of peace, but when pulled from his rest and then confronted with the very object of one of his deeper conflicts from long ago, perhaps it isn't the glorious thing it seemed to be.]
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I...
[And thus come the complicated emotions. Azem, the traitor, who abandoned them all in their hour of need. But Azem had also been his friend, and though the memories are faint, the feelings they created are still there.
(Even more jarring to see them outside of the traditional robes, but going against the grain was always their way, so perhaps not so much.)]
Azem?
[It's all he can manage right now, along with some moon-eyed staring. He isn't sure if he's elated or upset to see them at the moment. Remembering may have brought him some measure of peace, but when pulled from his rest and then confronted with the very object of one of his deeper conflicts from long ago, perhaps it isn't the glorious thing it seemed to be.]