Cards? Summons? It was beyond the understanding of those from Jugdral, and it hadn't quite sank in yet that each of them were, by this time, long deceased. The feelings from those thoughts were a mix of odd and sad, and they didn't wish to think about it. It was painful to think of. However, while reunited with many familiar faces, many were also missing... Did they not have these "cards" that the apparent leader of some new army had spoken of? But some of them were here, young and powerful, as if they had never died. All wounds and proof of death gone.

"So these cards possess our souls... yet some of us are not present." Though his head was detached during the Agustrian war, Eltshan was fine. He stood here, slowly beginning to understand this situation with his two closest companions. But they didn't need to understand why they were here, did they? It mattered only that they were all here, and though there were many things they had to do, and many people they had to see... there were other things they should have been focusing on. More important things.

Head shaking just slightly, Eltshan rid the thoughts of questions from his mind. Unimportant. He could worry later about such things. "No, that doesn't matter. I am here in front of you, and though it seems our souls are here despite the verbal confirmation of others that we have all once died... you, as well, are here with me. Sigurd... Cuan... I don't believe I can apologize enough to you both for the last time I saw you." On the battlefield. Against them. It was unfair, and the last thing he could remember in his life before behind here was believing Lachesis' words. It had gotten him killed, certainly... but in the end, it was the only thing he could do to apologize for his horrible actions.

"I didn't expect to ever meet you again." The look on Sigurd's face was one of sorrow, but he was content. It barely showed, but he knew his friends better than to believe they would not see that shred of happiness trying to get through. After all he had lost before his own life had ended, it had been such a struggle to hold on. To keep believing without faltering. If they were all here again, he would recover.

"I suppose if this were a dream, it wouldn't be one we'd wish to wake from." Cuan smiled now, only lightly, but he wished nothing more than to remove the tense and upsetting atmosphere. "It seems we have woken somehow though, so... let's not think about that past. There are better things to remember. Standing here with you both again was something we were all forced to give up, but we're here now. I'd like nothing more for the smiles on our faces to return. After this, we can return to our families and old comrades, as well..."

That was right. There were others here that they all recalled well. Those words made Sigurd remember that he would most definitely have to seek those people out. Ethlin... Was she here? If so, he would have to bring Cuan along. The feeling was one of bliss to know he could see everyone again. Strange... When he had died, many of his friends were there with him; yet somehow, it felt like so long since he had seen them. Perhaps because it was a very long time; a very, very long time since they had lived.

"Ah, right. Our children have also had their time... Came and went, and we weren't even there..." Eltshan mused, hand resting against his chin thoughtfully. More pain from the realization, but at least some of them were also here. If he could meet Aless, there was a lot to be said. "I'm sure there's a good handful of them here as there are people we know."

"I'd like to find out how things were handled after our war..." Sigurd nodded at his words, more relief flooding in that he was truly talking to the Eltshan he knew. "But first, we have catching up to do."

"Over wine?" Cuan smiled truly now, finally a laugh received from the others.

"Over wine, of course." Sigurd answered, the laugh clear now in his voice. "We got lucky... To think all three of us would be here. It would be selfish to ask for more than we've gotten, wouldn't it... Once we've had some time together, we should head out, the three of us... and find the others who are here. I admit it will be a bit lonely with some of us missing, but to see you both again after the terrible news of you two... Despite all I went through, I feel blessed to have you back with me."

"Agreed. " A nod from Cuan. "I have Fin to apologize to as well if I can find him. It seems there's a lot to be done already, isn't there? I'm not sure why... but it's a bit exciting, no? To see everyone again... as if it's been hundreds of years."

His companions seemed a bit surprised now, but they also slowly nodded. It was Eltshan's turn to speak at that. "That's how I feel as well... You, Sigurd?"

"Truly. I had thought it would make sense with you two, but even, say, Levin... He was there when I too lost my life, yet it somehow feels as though I haven't seen him in centuries. It's an odd feeling, but I'm looking forward to meeting with as many of my friends as I can. But geez... This is a bit heavy talk here. The wine! Let's head to find some. Small talk over some wine will do us all good."

"You're right... I'm glad to you two have back." Eltshan's words were met with humored smiles, a bit to his confusion until the two spoke simultaneously.

"We're glad to have you back."