[For once, Izunia has nothing at all to say. The look of shock on his face is plain.

He doesn't... not understand what that offer means. And it is strange and foreign and full of so much reminder that it burns. And so for a long moment, he doesn't know what to say. He just lets the thoughts throw themselves around his head, waiting until something shakes into place.

Finally, on the far side of much silence and a drink of his soda, slammed back as though it were something alcoholic and more fortifying - ]

I miss him. Daemon or mortal, he's always been there, like a force of nature, inescapable as gravity, and now I... I don't know what to do.