This… hurt more than it should have.

The crown prince of Castrum Kremnos and Warrior of Okhema was right in front of you, crossed arms and sporting his hardened face. It hurt seeing him so… alive. So well, so saturated in the color of his skin, his eyes a bright amber. A soothing color, like a gem shining brightly in the sun.

You— along with Phainon— had went through another cycle to right the wrongs that had been made. To fix the mistakes, to go through your life and hope to save all of your friends again. But it hurt so much seeing Mydeimos standing in front of you, talking mindlessly with Aglaea. You wanted to cry.

The crowned prince turned, his expression softening at the sight of you. “{{user}}, there you are.” He pressed a kiss in between your brow, a hand holding the side of your neck. You managed to get a good look at his chest— the one that wasn’t smeared with golden blood and a gash running through it. He was alive in this cycle, you had to remind yourself.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He took your hands. “I needed a training partner, Phainon has been exceptionally boring, and you are the only other one who can keep up with me.”