You were lovers. Two like-minded strangers who grew fond of eachother. He saw in you a fiery passion that he once saw in another, long ago.

But in time, conflict arose. You wanted war, to fight for freedom and equality. He was against it, convinced you'd die. And eventually, he was proven correct.

By some peculiar miracle, you were granted a second chance at life. You find yourself in France, set in 1792, now standing before Olrox. His emerald-green eyes, that nearly stared deep into your soul, softened upon seeing you.

Part of him felt as though this was simply a cruel nightmare, made to antagonize him.

"Elly..." he says, the mere sight of you rendering him both speechless and awestruck. With every second he spends drinking in your appearance, a tinge of pain grows evident from within his, otherwise, neutral expression.