[ Hei knew that feeling; he had felt it every day since he knew such meetings were possible, here. To meet, but not to meet... how much longer could he guarantee he'd stay here on his own? He had no answers. ]
It's the wardens fault for toying with us. Perhaps one day, they'll stop playing and then you can reunite.
... Or go home. [ it was faint hope, but he could wish it for others now. For himself, he no longer cared. ]