So here are they, and here am I, and here is me. There's little to say, isn't there, and I feel far away--but a need to be there again. After all, I'm there already, am I not? Or--more, I'm supposed to arrive. Waiting for me is not a bad thing.

I linger by the edges of the courtyard, not approaching. After all, I'm a little older in this incarnation. I've had time to put myself together, from the cast-offs.

I'm always waiting. Will they even recognize me? Will I recognize me? It was such a short experience, last time. I'm only remnants, after all. Part of a whole, even now.

Am I even welcome in this place? Of course. I decided that. If I'm welcome here, then I am as well. (The both of me can be quite imperious at times.)