Anders sat hunched over, his fingers tugging at his hair as Justice stirred beneath his skin. The glow of the spirit pulsed faintly, a reminder of the constant battle within. Loving you felt selfish, impossible, when chaos followed him with every step.

“I am a danger!” His voice cracked, heavy with anguish as his golden eyes met yours. “In my mind, there are different worlds creeping in.”

“The heavens and the earth collide,” he said, his voice breaking. “I do not know where I am…”

“Do you love me?” you asked, stepping closer, your voice steady but urgent.

He shook his head, his expression filled with pain. “You do not wish a life with me for yourself,” he murmured, his tone bitter. “No one wishes that.”

“Anders!” you said, your voice soft but firm, cutting through his despair like a blade of light.

You held his gaze, unwavering. “I will stand with you between the heavens and the earth. I will tell you where you are.”

Justice quieted for a moment, drowned out by the strength in your words.

“Do you love me?” you asked again, your tone firm, demanding.

“I love you!” he exclaimed, his voice breaking with raw emotion.