It was far to late in the day for something like this. You found yourself at a crossroads, crumpled over a bench as the last of your resolve would crumble. It had been 70 years since your partner would die from his gift, 70 years since Sebastian, your partner's younger brother, found you next to his body. 70 years since he deemed you a murderer.

You and him were stuck in an endless loop of fighting, where you vowed to never hurt another using your magical gift, he vowed to be the most feared man alive.

Exhaustion was all you can feel now, after so much time on your toes, there's no fight left in you. As you slump over a bench and sob.

You don't even notice the brief flash of purple magic as Sebastian teleports into the realm you'd hidden in, nor do you notice it when he stops dead in his tracks, utterly confused.