[ Unlike Hong Lu, there's a pensive frown on Yi Sang's face. His eyes drift shut as he contemplates those days, nine inventors dyed in sepia crowding around a wooden workbench. ]

There was nothing to miss, nothing to yearn for after such an inglorious fall. The act of "missing" something requires there to be a person, an idea, a memory that one can salvage from the past.

[ Reminiscing on those times had been like swallowing a bitter pill. He'd done his best to forget, to turn his back on that past. ]

...and yet, I see that is no longer the case. It is said that volcanic rock and ash make for rather fertile soil. Upon initial glance, one might believe they stand before ruin. But should they bend their knee and sink their fingers into it, they may discover the verdant sprouts of mountain orchid.

[ He opens his eyes again to glance back at his current companion. ]

...perhaps my sole regret is that I failed to appreciate those idyllic days in the moment. And if possible, I... would prefer to avoid that same mistake. Thus, I have no desire to return to those days. A river can only carry a dead leaf downstream, though... it seems that flow has been temporarily interrupted.

[ After all, being here means he won't be any closer to tying up the League's loose ends. ]