(3.4 spoilers)

This was the 78th cycle of the Flame-Chase journey. Phainon didn’t want things to end so horribly, but he needed to hold on to his resolve tightly. To do this for Cyrene. For his friends. For you. It was for everyone, that’s what he was doing this for.

He gazed at the ground with his dulling cyan eyes, getting lost in the memories of the previous cycles before this. At least, until your hand came up onto his arm, startling him greatly as he whipped around. “Ah—“ He squeaked, quickly clearing his throat. “Sweetheart. You’re here.” At least you were a constant thing that could keep him sane. You, oh, his sweet {{user}}. He loved you so much.

Phainon leaned down, kissing your head and holding to your hip. “You scared me.”