"All you do is promise, but that is not....." - Miyamoto paused as his eyes gazed upon a familiar sight, a friend of the past, a Samurai of old. He blinked twice, and rubbed his eyes with his hands trying to discern if this was an illusion, or perhaps his eyes are cheated by some spell. Still a young man at his prime, wearing the Dragon robes with pride that they deserve. But something has changed; his blank look gives it away. Is it that his path changed him, or did he simply regret leaving his brothers alone? Miyamoto pushed the Order agent without excusing himself, only saying "Forgive me, I am needed elsewhere. Look to my return shortly." - as he moved away from them and closing by to Cheng Lo.
"And so a prodigal son returns." - He spoke after confirming to himself it was indeed Cheng, "It brings warmth to my heart, seeing you here now. Many die each day, and when I see those who left us still live, it brings me hope." - Finally Miyamoto walked to him and bowed slightly, reaching for Cheng's shoulder with his hand, "I once called you brother, I once was willing to place my life in your hands! You were once a Blood Dragon until you have decided to leave us to our struggle to pursue your own selfish needs. Tell me Cheng-san, why should I welcome you?"