He had accepted her loss, more or less, a long time ago. It still hurt, he still imagined her in his dreams, unchanged from childhood, but he accepted that even if she'd survived by now time would have caught up to her, and there was no going back. With multiples of people turning up, and sometimes people just being teleported around, it made sense that Rem could also turn up but he'd never allowed himself to think it.

There's room for you too, and shock and breathtaking joy that crosses his face war with the sudden surge of guilt that follows, his remaining hand creeping briefly towards the stump of his arm. "I.. I don't think that's a good idea." He doesn't deserve it, not when so many have died because of him. Not when he shot his own brother, and even now isn't sure he wasn't aiming to kill.

But oh how wonderful it would be to pretend otherwise, that the happy days he still remembered could come back, that Rem was somehow alive and ..

... and Knives, maybe, was not. Because of him. How could he go back alone, like nothing had happened? "But I'm glad, I really really am, I'm glad she's here. And that you have her, you and Knives both." It's obvious he's already even at this age learning to bury things quickly, dropping his arm and taking a brief steadying breath and then locking into place a smile that he didn't feel. "I bet we can get you back there in a couple days."