"Bran!" shouted Misha.
Bran turned and spotted him. "Oh, you're back again," he replied without a hint of surprise.
Misha slipped on a flurry on small stones in his haste to make it up the hill and had to pause to let himself regain his balance. Carefully he stood and walked, more slowly this time, up the hill to Bran.
'Back'? 'Again'? What did he mean?
Misha closed the distance and reached for Bran. "Bran-" He wanted to touch him and hold him in his arms, make sure he was real, but instead...
"Don't touch me!" Bran stepping back. He held something out aggressively toward Misha. It was a knife. "Stay back."
"What...?"
"Don't you dare wear Misha's face and, and..."
Bran's eyes darted back and forth and the box cutter in his hand shook.
'Back'. 'Again'. So that's what he meant. Someone or something had appeared to Bran while looking like Misha, or maybe he'd been having hallucinations. This was a Coil after all and that meant anything was possible.
