Ranj, who was here before I left and is here now, halfway through his own set, not stopping:
— you're back.

Two years. I know. I was —

— you're back.

That was the whole conversation. I have taken it apart four times since,
looking for the place where he was being kind about something,
and there isn't one, because he was not talking about the two years.
He was talking about Tuesday.

The Book of the Fallen — Arrival 63:4