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Richard nodded. He could understand it, he had his own human face on his desktop, so he could remind himself who he was. Still, a month after he had taken the covers off his mirrors he still recoiled slightly from his own face. "I understand that." He flipped the photo around for Tommy to see.

"Family?"

Richard let the room fill with silence as he moved over to the desk to place the picture on it. He looked at Tommy for a moment, his face unreadable. His hand went to his pocket, where he kept the rings. He pulled them out and opened his hand, then closed it again. It had be at least a week since he had thought about her. It was odd that he needed to be reminded of his own loss by Tommy's own.

"Was he alive when you left?" The question seemed to be out of the blue.

Richard smiled, "Well you'll see him again then. In time." In recent times Richard started to cling to the desperate hope that eventually Moreau would lose control of his little empire. Some day they would at least be free again. Changed still perhaps, but who knew, maybe that could be fixed. "This..." Richard gestured around him. "Won't last for ever. Today we're here but maybe not tomorrow eh?" He smiled, trying to be encouraging. "For now we endure, stay sane and hope for that day. We just have to stay sharp right? I'm sure they taught you POW surivival and all that. Never give up hope and all that." Richard waved his hand in the air and stood up.

Richard shoved the rings back into his pocket. He'd ponder the curious lack of grief later. He was just pleased he'd managed to bring back someone from the brink. It could be done. Now he just had to help Colche. "That's right. Well just don't be stupid." He looked over Tommy once more and sniffed. "And take a damn shower, will ya?" He winked.

"See ya later, Tommy." With that Richard departed, heading out the door.

Awen had certainly lived up to her promise for a creepy meeting place. The graveyard, at night, that would be enough to give anyone the heebie jeebies. It was so far from water too, Richard wondered if it might be someone other than Awen who had left the note.

She made her way down the forest path with no small amount of caution. An audible sniff occured every few paces and her green eyes scanned her surroundings. As she neared the graveyard, she caught wind of a smell that was unmistakable, a tangy, sharp smell of drying manta skin. It relaxed Richard considerably as she stepped into the clearing. She saw the manta's outline on the rocks and hurried to the figure. She made little sound as she stepped behind Awen and placed a handpaw on her shoulder.

Richard slipped next to Awen on the rock. The handpaw stayed where it was and pulled Awen into a quick one armed hug as she settled on the rock. "I was starting to get worried about you." she whispered before releasing Awen. She sighed in response to Awen's question. "They're going, I can't say I've had much luck. And I think I've finally read all the Tom Clancy Novel's in existence, twice." Her ears drooped a bit, it had been over a month now and she had nothing solid, it was beginning to eat at her.

Richard nodded slowly. They couldn't talk freely here, the graveyard would definitely be monitored. "Friend," She rolled of the word off her mouth. "Funny way to put it. You know originally I was trying to save him. Make him see what was happening. Now he doesn't seem to care anymore. " Richard remembered their most recent meeting, now two month ago. Jordan had not cared about anything beyond himself, just wanted to take the easy route.

She pulled Awen closer. "We'll stop him eventually, somehow. But for now prehaps you can tell me the story on the way back." She didn't need to add that it wasn't safe here. As spoke her eyes roamed across the tombstones.