He approached, his outward demeanor a mixture of pride and humility.
Bruce had returned but half an hour before, mind weary, bone tired.

He sat with his head in his hands, his elbows propped upon his knees.

His young heart was heavy.

He had searched the bewildering jungle as one might search a plot of grass before one's door, blade by blade.

A hundred times he had found traces of her; a hundred times he had called out her name, only to be mocked and gibbered at by apes.