Somewhere far away has given him more time to think and breathe, and feel less paranoid that he is going to be arrested at any moment. Despite that few even recognized him.

Even Ravenguard seemed amenable to allowing the Dark Urge to move forward with his intentions. And there were hardly words between them once the party had gone. But it was accepted, tightly, with forewarning, that Enver Gortash had died in the city the previous day.

All things considered, for a dead man, he would have to expect a lot of things to be different, no?

It's just been a very long time since he felt like he was starting over on anything, and getting out of the city makes it far less overwhelming. Being alone, but not. That part was new.

Everything even in the shadows feels colorful and defined and alive. As are they. The brighter lights despite their vividness do not sting. The skyline is now changed in a way he had never seen before. But bathed in a glow dimmed by smoke rising up from down below, the Dark Urge is there -- part of the man he knew and also wholly someone else, but he looks at him like that and he feels safe.

"I can handle different. Give me time."