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For a long time, I simply stared at him. Mere words can not begin to describe how I felt after seeing him, alive and well. The last time I saw Alan, he was stabbing a man in the gut with his and fending off three other men at the same time. And now he was here, and I couldn’t possibly explain the joy which swept through my heart. Oddly enough, he seemed to have grown in the space of a few months. His chin was covered with the lightest of beards, and his hair seemed longer even from a distance. And yet he looked taller; broader. His arms were rippling with muscles I’d never noticed, and his cheekbones seemed sharper and more defined. He was alive. That was the only thought that kept floating around in my head. My brother was alive. And suddenly I wasn’t so alone anymore. Alan stopped