Four watched the odd emotion cross his older self's face. His own reflecting back confusion for a brief second before realization replaced it. There was so much more to this story...and he would never hear it. Never learn of the reason the darkness he'd only glanced at, had come to just unguarded levels.

A faint pout on his lips and he tilted his head down enough to be nearly eye level, "So...that's why they're brown." Straightening up he turned to start through the woods again. "As you want, myself, as you want. But I won't wait for you. I've done three lives of waiting."