[ The look is returned by the green eyes, before they darken slightly in sadness. ]

I have had... friends, close, dear friends, who have left my side - and it is always too sudden, even when they give warning - never to return, to live their lives away, in different regions, or on different countries altogether. 'tis still different, but not too foreign.

Missing them all the time, yet knowing - hoping - they are well where they are...

Do you know what waits the person who left, in their world?