She wasn't as beautiful as he remembered. Shinsu felt a mild sting of embarrassment, that his first thoughts as he gazed upon the one he had sworn to love and return to after all this time were so purely aesthetic, but the shame amounted to little more than a forced rebuke. In his battered, weakened state, the niceties of censoring his thoughts was an unnecessary art that was simply beyond him. Shinsu inclined his head, sending ripples of pain coursing down the gashes in his neck. "So you will," he managed to rasp, the words scraping across his throat like rocks. All gone. He nodded. "I see."