No one paid much attention to Zillich as he entered the Embassy.
“Good. Low key as always.” He thought, smiling to himself.
Talk of exile, broken unity, butchers and misguided zeal. These were not new topics but finding them at Bruchsal after these few years struck him with more force than he had anticipated.
He took a seat near one of the outwards facing windows and took a deep breath, taking in the radiance of Frankfurt’s blue star being filtered through Taunusfeld. His concentration would occasionally be broken by the ripple of the station’s deflector shield being hit by a piece of debris.
Heated political and ideological debates were still being conducted around the room as was usual with the Bundschuh. Every table with teeming with different ideas, every man and woman speaking their mind and sharing their views. However this time there was a different sort of tension surrounding the discussions. Hesitations and hushed voices where once there was simple discourse. Something had changed in his absence.
Regardless, this is home.
Zillich let out a sigh and muttered "I missed you."
“Mein freund.” He waved to the bartender, smiling “Rheinland Ale, bitte.”
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