The sensation of darkness on the air, the voice so close to his side - Even's heart skips a beat as he stops, turns to look at who's talking to him, his eyes every bit as cold as his element.

Honestly, though - he's a little afraid, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. There's a sick sensation in the pit of his stomach. Of all the people he could have been faced with right now - why him? Was this place determined to throw his past in his face, even now?

"I can't say I was expecting to see you, either."