[He meets Gabranth's gaze, the end of his sentence writ plain upon his face. And yet here you are. There's a twist in his stomach as he looks at Gabranth, a dull ache for the old days when they were close and for his inability to save his own brother. For Reks, and for Lord Rasler. An ache for those who've died too young and the inexorable march of time that widens the gulf between them.]
[A gauntlet-clad hand raises and rests lightly upon Gabranth's shoulder for just a moment.]
Even should I find that this is nothing but a fever dream, it is good to see you again, Noah.
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So too thought I, and yet...
[He meets Gabranth's gaze, the end of his sentence writ plain upon his face. And yet here you are. There's a twist in his stomach as he looks at Gabranth, a dull ache for the old days when they were close and for his inability to save his own brother. For Reks, and for Lord Rasler. An ache for those who've died too young and the inexorable march of time that widens the gulf between them.]
[A gauntlet-clad hand raises and rests lightly upon Gabranth's shoulder for just a moment.]
Even should I find that this is nothing but a fever dream, it is good to see you again, Noah.