Grateful for his companions making themselves almost immediately busy, he limps to the human, pain secondary to his desire to close the space between them. Closer, he knows now, than they have been in some time and in all meanings of the word. He still stops at a respectable distance, part of him now understanding that he is not only drenched in the fruits of his violence, but also that Enver has been here, in this traumatic place, for too long already.

"Not exactly as you knew me," he admits, too far changed to ever claim otherwise. There's the matter of his disinheritance to explain, but there isn't the time now. Not when they still have the matter of the brain to deal with. He still needs to convince Enver that there is only one way that this can end.

All of that falls by the wayside for a couple of breaths as he simply soaks in the feeling of being close again. Of remembering parts of them.

"And I will explain it all to you, as soon as I can. But we must leave this place now. Together."