The dwarf's eyes immediately locked on Evan, went wide with shock, and a moment later, recognition.
"When the god Queen told me, I didn't believe her," he said, his voice gruff and with a little bit of an accent. "But now that I see you with my eyes, I doubt no more."
The dwarf set down the flaming hammer he'd been holding and walked up to Evan as he said, "You look almost the same, and most importantly, I can never forget that fiery presence. You really are Prisma."
Hearing this dwarf address him as 'Prisma', Evan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Did we know each other?" Evan asked.
The dwarf immediately shook his head.
"No. You did not know me. But I knew you."
The dwarf's expression changed slightly as he added, "I was once a slave of the Kyrexi, until the day you destroyed them all, granting me freedom."
The gratitude in the man's voice was obvious, but instead of quietly receiving that gratitude, Evan chose a different option.
"I didn't do it for you," he said.
