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It had been most obvious when he stood at the top of the mountain. Perhaps his memory had not retained many specific details, but the lush forests and the rocky shores seemed not to have changed much. He was traveling back in time and back to a place he had never wanted to go back to. They had left for a reason, and even now, the weary traveler could not understand why she had needed so badly to return, what she had been looking for. He had thought often about the day she had left and the last letter he had received. And just as often, he had feared that those parting pieces had already become his most vivid memories of her.
Though the summer night was temperate, he remained in his tattered grey cloak. The hood was pulled up, casting a shadow over his red eyes. The mint in the pockets and around his neck was no longer fresh, but the scent lingered like the dew after the rain. He didn't think it mattered much anymore; few had ever known him here, and fewer still would know even if they were told. The dishonesty was more of a reminder to himself. His name and his family and his childhood -- these were all things he had elected to abandon. But these were things that could not be erased, only hidden, only avoided, only covered by a false scent and an adopted lie.
As the row of skulls came into view, Kharma Asylum could not help but feel a stab of nostalgia, and that feeling forced a tired smile to his black lips. Even as a child, he had found the decoration a little sinister for his tastes, but how easy it had been to be ignorant then. Whose skulls they had been, he had never wondered. Whether they had deserved it, he had never known. The dominant odors had changed. Gabriel was still around, but no longer in power, it seemed. Kharma did not know who he preferred to face. He had had a lot of time to think about it, but he had long since tired of it. His call was soft, perhaps tentative. He was a stranger. He did not need anyone specific to come meet him. He was looking for someone, was all. Though deep down, the man thought he had already accepted that he was unlikely to ever see her again.
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