Wan turned his head to look at the one-armed man. He could see the stress weighing him down. The pressure to act and feel 'normal' around others. He was still feeling it.
"They're not upset with you," he said slowly, ignoring the question for the moment. "When they meet you now, I mean. They aren't upset with you. They're upset that what they thought they knew has changed and they weren't there to see it or stop it. They're upset because they don't know how to help. I know that isn't much of a difference from where you stand. All you can see is the pain and the fumbling as they try to figure out how to handle it. They haven't learned yet that the only thing they can do is accept it. That's the hardest part for them. For you... I can't begin to know it all or even guess, really. I do know, though, that they have it much easier than you ever will."
Wan rolled his head back to look at the canopy, "They will just have to learn that the man they remember is not the man you are now. As for what I'm running from... I don't know exactly. I'll have to think about it more than I have been. But being here brings me peace."