He can better imagine Wilhelm's school experience than he might've the first time they met. Every conversation he has with the Summoned from Nayeshi have brought forth more memories. He sees a blonde-haired young man of Wilhelm's age, hunched over a small desk in a room full of other teenagers seated the same in rows, colorful maps and posters on the walls.

A different education than what he'd been given at Rathal'pesha, sure, but the topics are all the same: he learned to count and multiply, to understand and navigate from maps, to read and write for purpose of studying scripture.

He watches Wilhelm strip the blade of grass. They have the same little habits, too.

"No, not weird." It's missing the familiar, isn't it? No matter how much your other feelings about it. Missing the mundane. He tilts his head back to, letting out an exhale to watch his breath form to mist in the early autumn air.

"I miss my home sometimes too, even though I would never want to go back."

Even if he could.