Ragnaros had left, and Ahune was refreezing the ice cream soup so that he could eat it. He had stopped crying, but he was still shaky from earlier. As Ahune started the timer for his ice cream maker, he started crying again. He laid down on the couch and started thinking about Ragnaros. He thought about how surprisingly delicately he pulled him into his embrace, or how he checked up on him when he didn't show.
"MY SWORN ENEMY…" Ahune muttered.
"HOW LONG WAS HE LIKE THIS?" Ahune questioned. Was there any other clues? He remembered in one of their battles, Ragnaros got hit by his icicle attack and recoiled, but was that hit really that powerful? Or when Ragnaros almost answered the door immediately after Ahune knocked, as if he was waiting there for him.
"Brrrring! Brrrring!"
The ice cream was frozen. Ahune got up and grabbed a spoon. He took a bite, and it was spicy.
