He lowered himself gently. The deep throne welcomed him. He allowed himself a sigh of satisfaction- something he had missed. His body shivered ever so slightly at the cold touch. A profound sense of regret engulfed him. Resonating. A clenching pang of pain in his chest – almost physical. For it had indeed been a long time- yes a long time indeed, since he had been here, among these people.
Ah, the people, his gaze swept over them. The effect: overwhelming. Such colorful people. Such colorful lives. He had missed these people. For they were dear, loved even. Like another family. He had always thought of himself as a pessimist. But the thoughts swirling around in his head were anything but.
He cleared his throat, wondering where to begin. It was the wondering that took the longest, as he was warned it would. Again, he cleared his throat, “-Uhm -uhm” in hopes that this will light a spark. The attentiveness this generated was even more unsettling. He fidgeted a bit before finally parting his lips,
“I would like to say that I’m back, for what it’s worth. I’ve missed this. More than I imagined possible. But I’m back. Though you may not consider me bound, I do. Consequently, the guilt I feel is profound, genuine even. I cannot put it into words, though I must try. This may sound childish, but it is true. I’m sorry.”
His words were heartfelt. A rare thing- that. It was what most appealed to them- the people. They accepted it. Quietly, gently, without a word.
And he was thankful for it.