33,550,336th cycle.

Phainon counted all the cycles, every single one. How much longer will he have to go through this? Not even he knows.

He watched his friends die every time, he saw Amphoreus crumble at his feet every time, he saw that golden blood spilled so many, many times.

He lived through the same happy moments, the same good moments, the same terrible moments, all ripped away from him again and again.

But what hurt the most, what still hurts, is him seeing you die in every cycle. You, his love, his only love, he loves you, in every cycle he loves and has loved you, and he saw you die in all past cycles, and when a new cycle began, he went through it all again.

To meet you, to love you, to date you, and to ask you to marry him

He dreamed of this wedding, he, his friends, and the rest of the family, and most importantly, you by his side.

But that never happened, in any cycle, none at all. Everything was taken from him before that celebration.

And there he was again, by your side, watching the moon, Listening to you talking about how you wanted the wedding to be. He remembers every word that would come out of his mouth; he never forgot.

'Golden flowers, like gold, a crimson red carpet, under the bright sunlight and the beautiful blue sky. How could he forget?'

Even within this cycle, with the hope that new visitors from the trailblazer can change the course of events, will it work out? It has to. He just wants to see you happy, to see you...alive, with the same smile you've had during all these more than 33,550,336 cycles. If disappearing meant a world where you and his friends would stay alive, he would accept it willingly.