#gren/runaan

[halyasgirl]

Years later, but I still have to laugh at the thought of Gren and Runaan together in Viren's dungeon, because they have very different ideas of resistance...

Runaan's internal monologue: Be strong. Do not break, not now. Think of your family, you will not dishonor them by faltering at the close—

Gren: 899 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, 899 Bottles of BEER!!!

[stardustamaryllis78]

The Dragon Prince Characters and whether they would Trick or Treat:

Callum: Treat 😇

Rayla: Trick 😈

Ezran: Treat 😇

Soren: Treat 😇

Claudia: Why choose? 😇 😈

Terry: Treat 😇

Janai: Trick 😈

Amaya: Trick 😈

Gren: Treat 😇

Corvus: Trick 😈

Runaan: Trick 😈

Ethari: Chucks out all the treats 😇

Aaravos: Says trick😈 but his inner parental instincts still say "treat" 😇

Leola: TREAT! TREAT! TREAT! 😇😇😇

Viren: What's a trick or treat? 🤔

[oclovingmaniac]

*when they were in the dungeon*

Gren: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Runaan: You need to stop.

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

The season is kind of a blur for me at the moment, and I'm sure I'll have a lot more to talk about as I rewatch it more slowly and with less hysteria, but here are my current overall thoughts! Under the cut for spoilers

Beginning with the things I liked, because there were many of them:

The voice acting was phenomenal. Everything with Claudia? Soren's tirade at Viren? Every single speech of Janai's? Top tier. I've rarely been moved by a performance as much as I was this season

Additionally: the music was on another level, especially in the final episodes. It made already-breathtaking scenes absolutely haunting, and I'm praying they do another soundtrack release soon

I adored everything about the janaya wedding. Their outfits were so good, their expressions were so full of love, and their speeches were absolutely adorable. I also loved Kasi and Gren as officiants, Gren's little "what are they going to do? Come with an army?" joke made me cackle. (Also: hearing "and her wife, Queen Amaya" made me cheer so loudly my throat still hurts a day later)

I've been a passive sorvus shipper since season 4, but episode 2 ratcheted that up about ten levels. Every one of their interactions was so good, I love how they have the stoic/silly dynamic but also establish that Soren understands Corvus's sense of duty and Corvus has just as much of a ridiculous streak as Soren. They have to get together next season, please please please

Rayla and Callum! Back together at last!! And we have (hopefully) a full season of them being together to look forward to after this. It was really nice to see them fully on the same page at last, and the mix of ease and nervousness in their affection felt really cute and authentic

Speaking of things I've been waiting for forever: RUNAAN IS FINALLY FREE. I'm so happy that plotline was finally resolved, and I'm very intrigued about where he's going to go from here in regards to his relationships with Ethari, Rayla, and Callum. I really like that they addressed how he treated Rayla during their last encounter and established how deeply he regrets it

In general, I really liked how many loose ends we came back to this season. It was great to get the whole story of Viren, Lissa, Soren, and Kpp'Ar, especially for people who haven't read the comics or novelizations. I was thrilled to see Aanya again and loved her prowess in battle and her friendship with Ezran

I love that Claudia's hair actually looks like it got cut by a knife. No magically even cut for her. Somehow she really pulls it off, though, so good for her

Things I wasn't as much of a fan of:

I wish we had gotten to see Callum and Rayla actually talk the whole leaving-for-two-years thing out. Callum seems to think he was in the wrong for giving Rayla the cold shoulder when she first came back, but in my eyes he did have a right to be upset, and I wish they would acknowledge that. I was thrilled when they got back together, but I think it would have landed a little better for me if I felt like their "breakup" had been fully resolved

Has Sol Regem's mate ever been brought up before? It felt like a weird thing to pull up in the middle of the climax. His scene with Aaravos was written and presented very powerfully, but I didn't really feel the impact of it because I was busy going "where did this come from?"

And finally, this is really just a nitpick, but if you wear a blindfold for your entire life, you will not be able to suddenly see when you take it off because your brain doesn't know how to translate the shapes and light around you into cognitive images. I know I can suspend my disbelief, it just kind of bugged me

Overall, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time, and I think it was the most completely engrossed by a season so far. I'm begging and pleading for season 7 to be released sooner rather than later, because I need more and I need it now

[goldenwing57]

Ok, so since it's looking like there MIGHT be a POSSIBILITY that Leola actually gets revived, there are 2 things I must discuss. The first one is that everyone adopts her. Both the Magefam (Claudia and Terry don't really have a choice, she's literally Aaravos's daughter, but they have no complaints) and Dragang + allies. That leads to the second thing: who falls victim to Leola’s adoraburr eyes?

Let's start with the Magefam:

Aaravos - He's her dad, so he has experience, meaning he should be immune, right? Wrong. It turns out that one's immunity fades when they go for centuries without exposure. He's strong, but he goes down.

Claudia and Terry - They love cute things, and that includes Leola. They go down easy.

Soren - grew up with Claudia, who often used them on Viren. Unfortunately, that doesn't help him.

On to the Moonfam:

Rayla - May as well have invented that look. She has perfected it and it doesn't faze her in the slightest. If anyone needs backup to help them stand firm, they bring her in.

Runaan- Stoic and strong, he managed to survive Rayla and rarely gave in. Leola is no different.

Ethari - Doesn't stand a chance. As soon as she starts the little head tilt, he's down.

The Broyals:

Neither Callum nor Ezran have any experience, therefore, they have no immunity. Callum develops some, but it takes a while. Ezran crumbles like a leaf.

Everyone else:

Corvus - Like Runaan, stoic and strong. He's not falling for it.

Opeli - Caves once in a while, but not really. It wasn't long ago that Ezran went through that phase.

Barius - I headcanon him as a dad to adult children, one of whom is a daughter with a small daughter of her own. He was once immune, but that has faded slightly.

Zubeia - Zym was at his smallest and cutest just about a year ago and all it took to get him in line was a Look. The Look can cross species.

Janaya - They're both strong, but once in a great while, the Adoraburr Eyes are stronger.

Kazi and Gren are not strong.

Aanya falls and learns that they can be quite effective. She now uses them on some of her older advisors.

[apogean-tides]

Someone please tell me this was real

[dragonprince-imagines]

They Fell First, They Fell Harder

Callum, Gren, Viren, Kazi, Karim

They Fell First, You Fell Harder

Soren, Aaravos, Janai, Ethari, Terry, Lujanne

You Fell First, They Fell Harder

Rayla, Claudia, Runaan, Corvus

You Fell First, You Fell Harder

Amaya, Finnegrin, Nyx, Ibis

[ftvs-cm45]

Pride Month (2023)

The Dragon Prince - Season 5 will stream this summer on Netflix.

[bisexualenbyblueberry]

Do you have any ideas about what each of the TDP character’s music taste would be like?

This can include music from literally any era and/or culture

OH MY GOD I've been waiting SO LONG to have this asked to me, SO

First things first, I remember commenting somewhere on a post about Soren and Corvus' "song" that to Corvus, their song was something by Mitski, and to Soren, their song was like. I Am A Gummy Bear so write that down for them

In all seriousness I feel like Soren would like exclusively parody, joke songs. Weird Al, Danny Gonzalez, etc etc. And his ass has definitely listened to the Beast Mode Spotify playlist before

Claudia- Taking a page out of 2018 Tumblr's interpretation of Claudia as her being super goth and saying she listens to MCR or smth like that. idk I know nothing about goth music. Either that or TV girl

Terry- it would be low-hanging fruit to say he listens to Cavetown. It would be less low-hanging fruit to say he does not pay attention to lyrics in the slightest. Only tune. His playlist is the most chaotic, genre-free mess you'll ever see. It has several Christmas songs on it. He listens to it year round. Everyone is terrified of him

Callum- he's one of those queer teenage boys who listen exclusively to 80's rock. He defends the Beatles with his life (Rayla is the one he has to defend them from)

Rayla- Sneers at Callum for his love songs. Laughs at him for grinning while walking around blasting soft rock. Looks down on everyone who listens to non-instrumental music. Does not listen to lyrics music. Definitely has NOT cried to sad Conan Gray and Harry Styles songs at 1:00 am before, please stop asking

Ezran- he just listens to whatever everyone else wants to listen to tbh. He has had to mediate music-related arguements in the car before

Runaan- only listens to classical music from the Renaissance era

Kazi- idk what they'd listen to exactly (maybe like, dark academia shit) but the important thing is that they have a different playlist for everything. Going to a cafe? There's a playlist for that. Taking the bus? There's a playlist for that. Watering their cacti? There's a playlist for that. Anyone can ask them for a playlist with any concept and they'd have it, as well as a lengthy anecdote as to why.

Gren- I absolutely hate doing this to him but. Gren listens to the most agressively white man music ever. Cotton Eyed Joe is his favourite song. He knows all the lyrics to Sweet Home Alabama. He's also one of those people who never makes a playlist, just listens to music raw and randomly. You could tell him you made him a playlist and play one of those "songs that excite the white folk" and he would be ever so thankful that you made him this playlist that caters exactly to his taste. Gren I am so so sorry I did this to you but it was needed

I want you to know I have agressively slapped my hand over my mouth several times while writing this like some sort of cartoon villain

OKAY it is now the next morning and I would like to add:

Viren- hates all music. Like he thinks it's a distraction from more important things and just despises it. If there's music playing in a room he'll leave that room, no matter what

Harrow- Swiftie dad

[domxmarvel]

The dragon prince bingo 2 (Closed)

I’m back for the new season with another bingo,please check my Guidelines before sending a request.  You are allowed to combine slots (max 4 per fic)

This is exclusively for The dragon prince (You can find the characters in the guidelines)

Horns Janai x Female!Reader

 Avatar AU+ Half elf  Aaravos x Half elf!Female!Reader 

 “My love will be with you even when the moon is not” + Soulmate Soren x Female!moon shadow elf!Reader

Love potion Aaravos x Gender neutral!Reader

“Why should I trust you?” “You shouldn’t” Aaravos x Gender neutral!Reader

Castle+Princess/prince!Reader+primal stone Soren x Tide bound elf!Female!Reader

[breadsandwiches]

Lots of terrible stuff happens in that dungeon

[ruthari-preacher]

Gren: Do you support gay rights? Runaan: I’m literally gay. Gren: You’re avoiding the question!

[beautifulterriblequeen]

War is Easy, Peace is Hard

ᵗʰᶦˢ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉ

Please enjoy the Gren ficlet I busted out this morning! Rating it T for uh, bad feelings.

tags/warnings: betrayal, PTSD, imprisonment, emotional manipulation

"Please," Rayla begged, "I can't leave him there alone. Not after what happened last time!" Her hands shook around the small glass jar, and the light from the sentinel bonfires across the Banther Lodge grounds danced along its smooth curves.

But Corvus only repeated his earlier gesture, a firm shake of his head. "Soren just arrested him, Rayla. I can't be involved in anything like this right now. And he did kill King Harrow. It's what I hunted you for, remember? Your leader’s actions are how you and I met."

Rayla's face dropped into a glower. "Yeah. Be glad I'm not dragging you off another cliff for not believing me this time either."

"I do believe you," Corvus said earnestly. "But I can't be the person to help you. I'm sorry. But I can't."

His teacup empty, Gren finally decided to stop accidentally lurking behind a nearby tree and stepped out into the firelight. "Is... there a problem?" he asked, heading toward the two. They flinched slightly in that way Gren had come to understand meant they were trying to hold a private conversation in public and had failed.

"No," said Corvus at the same time Rayla growled, "Yes."

Gren shot Corvus a sympathetic look. "Let me see what I can do. If something needs Queen Amaya's attention, I'll make sure she's aware. You should go be with Soren. He's had a... rough day."

Corvus' brows bent up, and he looked aside. "Rougher than most.” His eyes drifted westward toward the fresh ruins of Katolis Castle, though its distant smoke couldn’t be seen at night. “And that's saying something." He sighed and nodded, but he added one more thought before he left. "Commander, if anything goes... awry tonight, come to me first." He glanced meaningfully at Rayla and nodded again. "I do believe you." But she only offered him a flat stare.

Gren nodded and waited for Corvus to walk out of earshot. But Rayla was less patient.

She grabbed his wrist in a vice grip and looked him in the eye. "I need your help."

Gren did his best not to flinch. "What can I do?" he asked warmly.

Rayla held up the small glass jar. "Just... Get this to him. It's berry juice. Last time..." She paused and gulped. "Last time, he stopped eating. He thought he was going to die alone, that that was a better option than anything else. Better than Viren's torture, better than that awful coin prison... Better than facing those he loves after what he's done."

Gren was surprised to see tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but she brushed them aside and pressed on. "He'll know it's from me, and he won't feel alone. Please. I don't want to break in there and give it to him myself, but I will if I have to. I'm not leaving him to suffer alone this time. I won’t!"

Alarmed, Gren pressed a worried hand to Rayla's shoulder. "Take a breath, Rayla. I'll help you. Both of you. It might be the only way I can help, all things considered, but... I don't want him to suffer alone again either. "

Rayla's brows lowered as she studied him, a silent question on her lips.

Gren shivered. Runaan's dying scream was etched in his memory forever. He still didn't fully understand what Lord Viren had done to the prisoner down the hall from him, but he knew it had destroyed the man utterly. He'd gone into the room to check after the guards had freed him, but nothing remained. Not even a body.

He licked his lips. "I heard it," he said quietly. "When Lord Viren..."

Rayla's eyes widened as she realized he couldn't even finish his sentence. Her shoulder tensed under Gren's hand. "We can't leave him in there alone! We can't!'

"It's not a cell, here," Gren began. "It's just... the basement. And no one is going to hurt him. Not here. King Ezran wouldn't do that."

But Rayla's glower told him that didn't matter. "Runaan doesn't know that, Gren. I'm afraid that all he can think about is the last time humans locked him up. And that didn't end well! Viren killed him!"

Very aware of where they were both standing, Gren put a finger to his lips and widened his eyes.

Frustrated but wary, Rayla shook off her tension and let out a sharp breath. "You said you'd help. Just get him to take the jar. Then he'll know I'm still here. That I didn't... run away. That I didn't abandon him."

"I can do that." With a nod, Gren began to head toward the lodge doors.

Rayla caught his shoulder. "Oh, but... Don't linger. He's not very big on eating around strangers. Security conscious at all times, that's my dad." She let out a soft, uncertain chuckle.

Gren's eyes bugged. "Runaan is your father?" He couldn’t imagine how she was staying so calm. He must've trained her very well.

Rayla met his eyes and nodded. In a low but firm voice, she said, "In all the ways that matter. Thank you for this, Gren. I won't forget it."

She pressed the cool glass into his palm. Gren took it and glanced down, seeing the liquid slosh inside, red as blood. Cautious and curious, he pulled out the stopper and took a sniff, and the rich aroma of ripe berries filled his nose.

"Gotta work on those trust issues, Gren," Rayla chided lightly.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Now you can say you've checked it yourself."

He nodded. It's what Amaya would've done. The juice sloshed in the firelight again. "I think certain allegations could've been avoided if you guys had picked a different-colored berry-" he began, but when he looked up, Rayla had already vanished.

He shook his head. Moonshadows.

Alone, Gren made his way through the Banther Lodge, careful to avoid sight of Corvus, the Sunfire Queens, King Ezran, or anyone else who might wonder what he was up to or try to distract him.

This mission, Gren was taking to heart. This time, he wouldn’t fail.

Every step closer to the basement flooded his memory with more details of those horrible days in Viren's dungeon. He himself had barely been mistreated, but the real horror lay in the chasm between his experience and that of the prisoner down the hall.

The real horror was the guilt he carried, knowing he'd been whistling contentedly while another man was fighting for his life and losing. That he hadn't known anything about how Runaan had been treated until it was too late. The man had killed King Harrow, it was true. But he was still a person, just like Gren.

Gren paused on the stairs to the basement and swallowed hard, getting his face under control. He'd served under King Harrow's rule for years. And this prisoner was one of those responsible for ending that era, and everything that had followed.

He remembered some of Amaya's earliest advice: "War is easy. Peace is hard. Do your best."

Commander Gren straightened his shoulders and headed down.

At the bottom, he found a room lit with an excess of torches and packed with heavily armed human troops. Through all the soldiers, he couldn't see Runaan anywhere.

"What's going on here?" he blurted. Had they done something to the elven prisoner? He knew how they talked about elven assassins in the barracks...

"Oh, Commander Gren." Marcos' black shock of hair turned in his direction, and Gren nodded to him. The soldier approached. "Can I help you, Commander?"

"I'm here to see, er... Where is the prisoner?"

"Right where we can see him, sir." Marcos nodded aside.

One of the basement’s central wooden pillars bore a sturdy wrap of rope around it. Gren squinted in confusion for a moment, seeing no one tied to it, but then he looked lower.

A pair of dirty elven knees peeked out on either side of the post, and a few fingers and a solitary horn showed around one of its edges.

Gren's heart rate rose. He took a step to the side and looked again. Down on the floor, Runaan had twisted around to face the pillar and tucked his knees against its sides, hugging it. His forehead pressed against the wood, his arms were knotted in the ropes over his head, and he was shaking.

Runaan was not alone this time. But his situation seemed to be its own flavor of hell. In that moment, Gren decided to lie.

Gren was not very practiced at lying. His mouth went dry at the very thought. "I need the room," he blurted.

"What?"

"Uh, General- uh, Queen Amaya was very specific, and she asked me to uh, in-interrogate the prisoner immediately, but it's confidential, my questions are confidential, so- so you all have to leave. And take these torches with you."

Marcos looked at him dubiously. "Take the torches?"

"No, of course, you're right. Leave one - no, two, two is good."

"Sir. He's a Moonshadow elf. They like the dark."

"Yes, they do. And I, well, I like answers. Which I'm more likely to get if he's comfortable. Does he look comfortable to you?"

Marcos glanced at Runaan. "Five minutes. And we'll be right upstairs."

"Ten."

Marcos gave Gren a long look. "Right upstairs. Sir."

"Understood."

Gren very carefully studied the floor so his eyes didn't give away his nervousness as the soldiers collected their extra torches and thumped up the stairs. He could get into so much trouble for doing this - but it felt like the right thing for him to do, and he wouldn't be sorry if he got caught.

He only hoped Queen Amaya would forgive him for using her name as his shield.

When the room was dim and quiet, Gren walked closer to the huddled elf and dropped to one knee. He took a moment to focus before he spoke. "Excuse me. Your name is Runaan, right?" he began gently. "I've brought you something. It's from Rayla. She says it's berry juice."

The shadowed figure raised its head, and two luminous blue eyes flared out of the dark before hiding behind the pillar again.

"Rayla?"

Gren's chest tightened at the breathless shake in the prisoner's voice. He sounded like he was about to shiver into pieces. "Yes," he said. "She gave me this little bottle and wouldn't take no for an answer. Not that I refused her… She was trying to ask someone else, and I... Well, I offered. You... might not remember me, from... before... But I remember you. And how I couldn't help then. I didn't know, I didn't understand, and I wasn't..." Gren got his tongue under control and tried again. "I can help now. So I'm helping. If you'll let me."

"I-I don't..." Runaan's gaze scoured him.

"I told you about my cats growing up?" Gren prompted. "How little Mittens always slept on my hands at night when it was cold, and her sister Scarf would half smother me with her fur?"

"Scarf. Your... cat. I do remember." The trembling in the prisoner's voice eased. Then Runaan's breathing hitched, and he pressed his forehead back against the rough wood grain of the post he was tied to. "I just want to go home. I made a promise. It's all I care about now. It's going to kill him to see my lotus sink twice. I can't bear the thought." He began to repeat a shaky refrain of I'm sorry that whispered out of him with every shallow breath.

Aghast, Gren had to stop himself from reaching out. He wasn't at all sure the elven man was in any state to handle being touched. "I... I don't know what punishment King Ezran will decide on," he began carefully, "but I will speak on your behalf, if he'll allow it."

A single blue eye blazed at him, unblinking. "Why?"

"I witnessed your, er... death. I don't think it's fair to make you die again."

Both eyes opened at that, and blinked in confusion. When Gren added nothing further, Runaan slowly admitted, "I am... unaccustomed to mercy."

Gren decided he didn't need to say anything to that.

Runaan was silent for a while longer, as if chewing over what else to say. Finally, he settled on a simple, "Thank you."

Something loosened in Gren's chest then, a tension he'd been carrying for years. He offered a genuine smile. "You're welcome."

"Rayla sent you with berry juice?" Runaan asked.

"Here." Gren held it out. Its contents sloshed scarlet in the dimness.

The juice seemed to captivate Runaan. He stared closely, as if reading its blank bottle. "A trick," he murmured.

"What?"

Runaan blinked and focused on Gren. "Drink some yourself, so I know you're not tricking me with poison."

"Oh. Of course. I smelled it earlier - it smells delicious - and Rayla said it was good that I did it, so I could say I'd checked its contents, in case anyone-"

"Drink." Runaan sounded exasperated.

"Right. Sorry." Gren tipped the bottle and gulped a nervous mouthful. "There, see? It's just berry-"

"-juice," he finished.

"Yeah, we know it was the juice!" Soren yelled. He seemed taller than usual somehow.

"Laced with sedative," Corvus deduced, eyeing the sticky red residue in the bottle as he held it up in the torchlight.

Nearby, Marcos paced back and forth around two of the basement pillars, and Gren realized he’d fallen to the floor. "This is bad, this is bad, this is bad," the guard repeated.

Gren tried to sit up, but his head swam. "Um... What's going on?"

"Runaan is gone," Corvus said, offering him an arm to steady himself.

Gren took it, and then nearly let go in shock. “He’s what?”

Soren stomped by, looking harrowed. "I just arrested him, and now he's escaped! This is not great! Ezran is gonna send me after him! After Rayla!"

"Rayla's gone too?" Gren blurted.

Corvus set a hand on his shoulder. "She gave you the juice, my man. This was her plan all along."

“Oh…” Gren's chest felt like it was crumpling. He'd only been trying to help her, to help them both. But she hadn't trusted him with the full truth. And now she'd broken an assassin - a kingkiller - out of lawful custody. And Gren had helped. "Oh no. Oh, this is bad."

"You think??" Soren cried. "Callum is not gonna be happy that I have to hunt down his girlfriend!"

"I'll go with you," Corvus offered. "It'll be a package deal. We can talk specifics later."

Soren's gaze clung to Corvus, and he seemed to read some extra assurance in his gaze, because he finally calmed and nodded. "Okay. Okay, yeah. Maybe that's good."

"And you just fell for a Moonshadow trick," Corvus told Gren. "You did nothing wrong."

"We were making progress, too," Gren bemoaned.

"He was really telling you things?" Marcos asked. "He refused to say a word to us."

Corvus gave Gren a steady look. "People tell Gren things. He has one of those faces."

"Maybe he should come too," Soren grumbled. "Then maybe Rayla will explain everything for once, and we can figure out how all of this went down, and what to even do about it."

“Not a bad idea,” Corvus agreed.

Hurt and angry and sad, Gren took a breath and let it out. War is easy. Peace is hard. Do your best. "If it'll help, I'll come too."

[kat651]

hello, could you do a head cannon with Corvus, Gren , and runaan with a quiet s/o? Thank you!

Ok, here we go!

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐮𝐬:

•always knows when you’ve had too much and quietly pulls you away someplace quiet

•encourages you to speak up whenever he can, never pushes you to hard though. 

•gives you lots of praise whenever you stand up and speak out. UwU 

•loves to cover your face in kisses because he knows it makes you red. 

•will literally do anything for you

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐧:

•he’s a little shy to so you both end up encouraging one another 

•loves when you smile at him. He just melts it’s so cute!

•loves when you tease him for being shy even though your just as shy (maybe even more)

•loves to snuggle up to you for no real reason

𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐧: •is bold and outgoing so he can speak for you if your to uncomfortable

•gives you more praise than you think you deserve

•tells you how proud he is every time you speak up

•puts an arm around you or grabs your hand whenever you are particularly shy about speaking up.

thanks Anon this was fun to write :)

[ask-runaan-anything]

Did you and Gren talk/befriend each other while you were in the dungeon, and what do you think your and Gren's reaction to seeing/hearing each other again would be?

Ah, Gren. Yes. The overly cheerful human had far too much to say to me during our days in that dungeon. Everyone deals with imprisonment and their impending doom in their own way, so I did not hold his attempts at conversation against him. But I did not answer him, either, as I was busy engaging in my own choices.

I wouldn't know him on sight, and he wouldn't know me, but if he spoke, I would recognize his voice.

I am not sure that would please me, since I only know him from the darkest period of my life. But if he and I both survived that dungeon, against all odds, I suppose that would be something we could be relieved about, together.

He was trying to be kind, in his rambling way. I should not like to find myself on opposite sides from him, after that.