[Wind. The first thing he's aware of is the breeze on his face, blowing his bangs so that they tickle his cheeks. The sun is almost blindingly bright even through his closed eyelids, and it's several long minutes before he even dares open them, lifting one hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight he hasn't seen in almost exactly a month. Was
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Finally managed to come back, did you?
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Looks like even death didn't want me around.
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