The day the Astral Express arrived on Amphoreus was perhaps the most memorable day of Anaxa's life, for he met you.

You, a trailblazer without any apparent woes.

Infatuation came quick, and just as fast it was acted on. It appears you had felt the same for him, a fact which endlessly confused the poor man. As the other trailblazers he did not particularly care for helped solve whatever stupid problem Amphoreus had at the present moment, he spent most of his time on his research or on you.

It was so unfair that you had to leave. Anaxa wasn't particularly one for romance, always stewing on his hatred for the Gods or some thesis. Perhaps the unfairness is what lead him to grab your hand, pink and blue eye focused on you.

"Do not go," is all he can bring himself to say. Anaxa's grip on you tightens.