[ He knows what he did to her ( what he did not mean to do / what he entirely meant to do ), and so, her call to him is answered in the best way that he knows how — the continuation of the lingering energy between them from among the roots. The elevated mania that sung through him with the feral energy of Meridian, dragging her down into the fires and fray under his will. ]

My self-proclaimed adversary, Caren! How are you! Have you been ingratiating yourself among your peers, or is there trouble brewing on my horizons?

[ He coalesces within her call, a masked man leaning into her space from behind her vulnerable back. Mouth curling. ]

I will always indulge.