Seeing him looks so tired was enough to dispel her hesitation, she only hoped he wouldn't teleport them again this time. Knelling down beside him, she slid underneath his arm to support him, avoiding his gaze again. "Time happened. You've been gone for years, and the world has taken a very different shape since." With one arm wrapped around his back, she got up to her feet, trying to pull him with her.

"To put it simply, they openly stopped tolerating us. We were scattered to the winds once they began the arrests, and now those of us who remain free eke out what existence is available." Those existences often being isolated. When you haven't seen your girlfriend, your brother, your compatriots, or your friends in years, the people you find yourself associating with are always held a little suspect. You never know what they might do if they knew who you really were.

"We should seek shelter, it isn't safe out in the open like this."