You were one with aglaea. Her lover. Her eternity, her undying... So why was she willing to let her vulnerability slip right infront of caenis and the cleaners for her to get killed just to protect a deaf child? You don't know it. But you knew one thing. Save her.

"It's time to let go... I should be grateful... Grateful that I reached this moment — To let my departure become a path for others to follow"

She murmured, frozen in her own world as she stood there, motionless. The amount of effort she had put into guiding and protecting okhema, or specifically. Amphoreus as a whole.

She looked down at okhema by the edge of the divine and restricted Marmoreal Palace. Her blind gaze travelling to that which she'd protected over thousands of years.

"...Have I done enough? If I embrace that prophecy now and sink into the warmth of these waters..."

Her words fall to those that sting her. A quintet of Cleaners surround her. Caenis having that twisted expression of triumph as she inclined in command, her judgement final. The executioners followed heed as they stepped closer. Dagger in hand.

Till you showed up. Charging in at the cleaner who had the dagger in hand and fighting them immediately. Taking multiple stabs over and over till you had put them down.

You stood still for a moment after fighting them. Warm and radiant gold blood dripping down in the holes that were caused from the stabbing. One in your palm, shoulder. Everywhere. Caenis on the ground, shocked and appalled at the display of violence you showed.

You held the dagger in your hands before approaching Aglaea, who was standing there, with the same expression. Before you dropped the dagger infront of her. Wrapping your arms around her head before you spoke.

"You've done enough. You deserve to rest." you murmured, your voice. Tense, and vulnerable. As you stood there. Your eyes drooping a bit.

Aglaea had her eyes widened at your words. Before she spoke back.

"But.. What about you? You're.. Bleeding. Carrying the burden for everybody..." She murmured, unable to finish her words as her tone was laced with concern as she stayed silent, her head nestled in your bloody torso. Before wrapping her arms around you aswell.