"No." There weren't any names he recognized. But as the dog points out: You came back. Of your own free will.

Heine tells himself it wasn't free will, just coincidence, but the dog doesn't buy it. He stays quiet while finishing up the letter (it's fairly generic) and starting a second.

While waiting for the message to be written out in someone else's hand, Heine looks at Jade again. He's aware of the blood drying on his face, and he brushes flakes of it off when he feels them.

"After the Tournament," he starts. "You probably shouldn't come near me."