"I'm looking forward to the forthcoming reconnection with your Ghost. Perhaps we will exchange pleasant memories about you together."

Eris watches as her Drifter snorts, then picks at his food, grimacing at the shredded cabbage languishing in his bowl. Perhaps it had too much mayonnaise for his liking, but even so, it's rare to find something the Drifter cannot stomach. He notices her concern.

"It just… doesn't exactly make the tastebuds dance."

"Curious. With your diet, I assumed your tastebuds never even rested their feet."

Drifter exhales in amusement, staring at the remains of his disappointing meal once again.

"Wasn't given much chance to be picky."

He sighs heavily, and a sudden feeling of dread sends lucent moths fluttering in her own abdomen. She understands.

"You are apprehensive about this rekindling?"

He laughs, "To put it lightly. I'll be breaking bread with a damn fireball. Besides, with my track record, I wouldn't be surprised if my Ghost hated me. I know I would."

"Those feelings aren't for you to assume or decide. You can only control how you react to them."

He nods, digesting her words. Smiling, he picks out a carrot from the coleslaw.

"Besides, maybe we all deserve a second chance."

He bites into the sliver of carrot, makes a face, and spits it back into the bowl.