[ ... Ah. Midnight tilts his head, his can still resting in his hand as he thinks on that. On one hand, Midnight would rather die first than trap Miss Orchid, Miss Catapult, or, heaven forbid, Miss Popukar or Miss Amiya here... On the other hand, there is that thought of whether all is well for them. Whether one's absence means anything to one's loved ones at all. ]

I hope he's safe and well where he's gone, then. And that you might be able to endure until you meet him again.

[ Midnight takes a sip. ]

That is the thing about meeting someone new, isn't it? No matter the circumstances, they inevitably bring something from their own worlds to meet you in yours. The inevitable clashes, the opportunity for perspective. Mm... It's one of my favorite things about first meetings. It's a chance to learn.