It'd been over a year since he disappeared — were any of his friends still alive or living with the Painted Brigade? Their names died before they reached the tip of his tongue. He couldn't remember them. He had no idea who they'd been. Months ago he'd gone out walking and fallen. He'd ended up hitting his head and waking up not able to remember anything. So he went off by himself and lived in no territory, slivers that were hidden and such. It hadn't taken him over a year to get his memory back. No, he wouldn't lie and pretend that that was the reason why he was gone so long. He'd found a guy. Not in a romantic way, but he found a guy. He went by Atlas Everton Salvum, and they soon realized they were half-brothers and they shared their stories of a few months together. Evan learned everything about his absent father and Atlas learned that his father hadn't been the good guy he thought. Their shared father was a cheater, not some great guy. Evan told his new blood everything to do with their deceased sibling. He told him how great Bloodwarden had been and showed the red tie that Evan fought for. Atlas took that tie and wore it the same way War did, and Evan really liked that. It seemed right, it seemed like a thing that had to happen. The truth wasn't that Evan was returning because he missed his home, no he was returning because something had happened a few weeks ago. Atlas disappeared and Evan had to assume he died. So he did the only thing he knew how to do and returned to the Painted Brigade.
Standing on the border brought everything back, but honestly, he was glad he was home.