It's been too long. He has been away for too long. All those goodbyes had done their work, the matter was settled and there was no point in starting again.
It's been too far away. He had gone further than them. Surely, they would never fancy one or two of the paths he himself had walked. But that wasn't even close to the point. You can face death -or worse- and come back, but when you have been really, really close, your life won't be the same. Ever.
The adventurer swore, his hands clenched. Other hands pumping him, fingering him, driving him mad.
"I shouldn't meet you again. Never. You don't wish me well, boys."
"Of course we do!"
"You wish me normal. I'm not."
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