[ That's not too surprising. Reggie knew better than to expect her -- or anyone, really, it's not like it's Sasha's fault -- to understand that feeling, the renewed sense of purpose and hope he'd felt after Sabrina had appeared before him. It's almost haunting to think back to in retrospect, more frightening than inspiring, but that isn't important; he knows what he knows, which is that there is another side to all that he's been through... there's a way to end it, to fix it -- maybe for everyone, or maybe just for him -- and he's the key. Death is very real in his world, too, but... in an aggressive, invasive, inescapable way. It's vengeful, but willing to negotiate.

Reggie inhales slowly, then releases the breath. The trouble is, after all that, being here feels like much less of a blessing. He feels restless and impatient here, even knowing time and fate will sort themselves out; they'll wait for him. ]

It's weird, isn't it -- leaving and coming back after all this time's passed, and you feel different than you did before you went. More different than you've ever felt, almost. Then being here again... well, you get to notice it.

[ He pauses thoughtfully. ]

Nice seeing you again, too.