This Wayne's voice is a little deeper, a little more world-weary, though he smiles much more readily after a requisite moment to comb back through some of the memories that he's recently become aware are the most altered.

"I left you with Dedusmuln," he says after a moment, regarding César, then his snack, holding out the latter. "I didn't want you ending up getting creamed by the cone cultists and their tent was the safest place to put you. Sorry. Did you at least get to hang out for a while?"