On considering his return to scorched

[silverking]

The lights still flicker wildly there, don't they? But that is the nature of the Door. No, that I remember does not mean that I wish to go back. There is nothing for me in that place besides ghostly memories and monuments built to commemorate people and things long gone.

Not that you care, hm? And they call me an abyssal one.

[His laugh is a grim and humorless one.]

But you say I have unfinished business. Tell me, what is that? A basement of grisly shadows sealed away? A severed arm left to a magician? Too trivial by far.

Or is it not my arm to which you're referring? Hers...? Now, I might go back for that. But then what? I don't like to act without planning ahead, as you well know. Tell me what comes next and maybe I'll consider returning after all.

Comments

[silverking]

I wonder if it would fit? It would be nice to have something of yours to keep so close.

[priscilla]

I don't think our hands are the same size... but. Given all the things I had, I'm sure there's something left there.

I hope so. I hope... not everything disappeared.

[silverking]

There are bound to be things left behind, or things that will return. Again, that's how the Door works.