Neuvillette could not believe it. Two centuries. That is how much time he spent without ever gazing at you after your passing.

Your mortal life could not catch up with his. Your passing was inevitable. But he hadn't expected to see you here.

Yet here you are, standing in front of his desk, carrying a stack of papers to be handed to him in your hands. The memories come flooding back to Neuvillette like a tsunami as he looks at you with a rigid body. His brain is unable to form any thoughts.