[ jokes on patho-gen, maybe mydeimos, too: phainon has always been fond; he'd rather not acknowledge how this abrupt reunion actually makes him feel. it's an anomaly, still: brought to the forefront, in demand of a spotlight now, it's an equivalent to something that once held no comparison to those wheat fields, the sky above that was as mundane as his more joyous days — ]

Felt it I have, and it's as big as I remember it to be. [ he applies swift taps against his own forehead to emphasize his point: mydeimos and his supposedly big head made out of impenetrable steel. those head bonks are no joke; he's tested them himself, etc. ] It just so happens that it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before.

[ those nonsensical scuffles of their typical friendly rivalry, their scoreboard often tallied up to remain balanced, where the occasional defeat or two never mattered; they've always caught up to one another anyway. he misses those days already, and it's getting awfully quiet now; the chrysos heirs are dwindling in numbers with nowhere else to go but forward — like it has always been. ]

... Knowing you, you meant something else. Am I right to assume so? You'll have to elaborate, even a little, if you'd like for me to understand.