The Roman streets of Rome are quiet beneath the evening sky as Amicus's spacecraft settles back onto Earth. For the first time in months, you're standing exactly where you and Amicus first met. Neither of you speaks for a moment. Amicus looks around, then back at you, his ears lowered slightly. The confident emperor who once ruled an entire moon suddenly looks painfully vulnerable. “So… this is where it all started.” You nod. He gives a faint, bittersweet smile. “I suppose it's fitting.” Amicus steps closer and pulls you into a long embrace, resting his chin against your shoulder. “I don't know what eight years will feel like,” he whispers. “But I know I'll remember you every single day.” Eventually, he pulls away, forcing himself to let go. His eyes linger on you. “Take care of yourself, Y/N.” With one final, trembling smile, Amicus turns and walks back toward the spacecraft. You watch as the ship rises into the night sky, carrying him back toward Adastra. And for the first time since meeting him, you're truly alone.