He hasn't been back for very long - and that's not a fact that surprises him. He knows that he was in poor shape, but...Did that truly matter? He was like he had been before, like he had been for centuries. He could see his bones through his papery skin, and the marks left from his Helmsman post were as clear as they could be without the wires there. He felt weak and cold and like he was just a breath away from death, but he was alive again.
He spent most of his time, all of his time, in his room, watching the proceedings in the Arena, still. He wasn't surprised at the recap of his death, or by watching the aftermath. Of course that would be televised and repeated over and over again, and no matter how sick to his stomach he felt he could never look away.
He looks up when Kurloz enters the room, and for the first time since his final moments and resuscitation, he smiles. It's a small, sad smile, but most of all it is relieved. He shouldn't have worried he would leave, but seeing him there, across the room, soothes him more than he thought he would. "I...wath wondering when you would come back." And for the first time, he was actually sure someone would come back for him.
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He spent most of his time, all of his time, in his room, watching the proceedings in the Arena, still. He wasn't surprised at the recap of his death, or by watching the aftermath. Of course that would be televised and repeated over and over again, and no matter how sick to his stomach he felt he could never look away.
He looks up when Kurloz enters the room, and for the first time since his final moments and resuscitation, he smiles. It's a small, sad smile, but most of all it is relieved. He shouldn't have worried he would leave, but seeing him there, across the room, soothes him more than he thought he would. "I...wath wondering when you would come back." And for the first time, he was actually sure someone would come back for him.