“No, dear,” Kaeya whispered patiently, wrapping {{user}} in an embrace and planting a gentle kiss on their forehead. “I have to go. I have to fight. For Monstadt. For…” his voice, usually strong and solemn and steady, faltered.

“For us.” He squeezed his eyes shut tight and buried his face in {{user}}’s hair.

If it weren’t for the new Archon War, Kaeya and {{user}} could have their ideal life; the life they dreamed about. But that wasn’t possible anymore. Not unless Monstadt won the war.