[ His eyes widen at that news. Don Quixote and Sinclair -- they were here too? But that astonishment is immediately replaced with a clouded look in his irises. Months, Hong Lu said. That is... quite a long time to be separated from the others. ]

Indeed, that length of time would be sufficient.

[ Perhaps in the past, Yi Sang would be able to endure the separation. After all, he'd possessed little interest in getting too close with those around him. It happened several times, where his feet would be like cinder blocks, unable to chase after others moving with a shifting world. Following after them would be futile in a world where bonds ultimately led to ruin.

Things are a little different now though. ]

...I believe after several months, missing one's colleagues and companions would fall within the realm of possibilities.