The two of them were not supposed to meet under these circumstances, running into each other on the cold, dark streets of Vale. Fate would rather dictate that they not meet at all. But they had, and once more things had been set in motion.
They stared at each other, noting how much they changed. He examined how his brother was now no longer the imposing, muscular demigod he once was; no longer a man full of rage and vengeance towards the world. He was now a scraggly teen, with blonde-hair and blue eyes, but still bore within him a flame that burned more brightly the sun. He wore blue jeans and a black hoodie, over which was a armour adorning his chest and shoulders.
'I see you got yourself a new mask.'
He smirked at his brother's remark. Though he may have changed in appearance, he was still the same cocky-man he had always been. 'I see you got yourself a new voice.'
His brother smirked back, understanding what he was talking about, his voice no longer as hoarse or angry as it had been in another life. He took a moment to examine his brother as he had done him. He to had lost his imposing and muscular figure, and his hair was no longer dark as the feather's of ravens. It was crimson, like blood and spiked back. His eye's and upper-face was hidden behind a white mask, a testament to the memory of a previous life.
A comfortable silence settled between the two as they silent reminisced over a time long since past. Then, as if rehearsed, the two raised their fists and pressed them against one another.
Adam smiled. 'It is good to see you again, Asura.'
Jaune smiled back. 'Likewise, Yasha.'
And the two brothers stood there, reunited, under a starlit sky.