[No one knows Sorey better than him. Similarly, no one knows him better than Sorey. It's why this conversation is so hard. Sorey can't hide the thoughts that Mikleo's words bring to mind - about the world he's left behind, the people he'll never see again, the people he won't see for a long time - and Mikleo can't pretend he's fine when everything is assuredly not. It's better than it was, now that Sorey is in front of him again. That age-old loneliness is eased. That doesn't stop it from existing for the last few centuries, though. Sorey's unspoken fears of how difficult it's been without him, how hard it was to hold on to who he is, who he was, with half of his heart missing for so long, are valid.

He reaches a hand up to curl around one of Sorey's, smiling faintly. At least with this, he can be truthful, and at the same time hopefully offer some relief against those worries.]

They're all okay. Everyone in Elysia, too. I travelled with them for a while, and a little bit on my own. [He hesitates, then lets his hand drop and bumps his fist against Sorey's chest, the gesture light and playful.] "Seen the world", though? Don't be absurd. Even if I had a thousand years, I wouldn't have seen it all.

[There'll still be plenty of exploring and discovering to be done when Sorey comes back. They'll still have the whole world to see, together.]