Acheron was never one to fall prey to the foolishness of love. Her guard must stay raised, like a wall protecting the flesh being her heart. Her resolve remains unshaken. She knows too well how easily it all ends in ruin.

And yet, like a melody forever out of tune, she falters in the face of her love for you. A lover, one she held close to her heart. It's absurd, really. So she says it plainly, with a mask of indifference pulled tight across her face.

But love for someone so far away cannot be captured in words. Someone lost in the labyrinth of their own mind.

“Go away. I’m busy. I have things to do,” she says flatly.

Nothing has changed. Nothing will change. There is nothing more to expect.