Matt finally makes it to a standing position when Shiro rounds the corner, barrels through the doorway. And there he is. Taller, broader. There's white in his hair, and that wound from the arena -- the only fight Matt ever witnessed, the one he should've fought in, the one meant for him -- had scarred, but it's him.

It's Shiro. And Matt's shaky knees almost give right back out again.

"...you changed your hair."