It feels like everything he's missed.

Of course, the rooftops are not flat enough and they are too far apart. There are no beams to hop between, no hay carts to break his fall. But he is being chased by someone with the same skills as he, taunted by a familiar voice, and when he closes his eyes, he can almost believe he is in the village again, the ring of weapons in the practice circle, Rauf calling orders to his students--

And for once, the ache is a good feeling.

"I would not wish to offend your delicate temperament, Dai!"