Divulgance

Sif knew instinctively that the man who she was looking at now was the only one to ever make her happy in her entire life.

Even if he didn't look like himself.

He was so much more unkempt than in her memories.

His hair was unbrushed and ratty, his stubble hadn't seen a proper trimming in decades, and his toned physique that she used to love about him was now gone up in smoke.

This was how her beloved must've looked at the moment where he died.

But still, she remained understandably skeptical of this whole ordeal.

"S…Sylvia..?"

Immediately, Sif's delusion was broken.

Only he would know the fake name she had used in their time spent together and the emotion in his voice when he called for her was all too convincing.

"J-Joel, what happened to you?? H-How did-"

"You're asking the wrong questions." Abaddon interrupted.

He sat back onto Bagheera and tried to ignore an ever mounting headache.