You don’t understand," Kaecilius murmured, watching the glowing embers of a spell fade from his fingertips. "Time is a cage. It withers everything—dreams, love, even the strongest of us." You reached out, placing a hand over his. "And yet, you still fight against it." He turned his gaze to you, eyes filled with something unreadable. "Wouldn’t you?" You thought about it. About the fleeting nature of life, of moments like this. "Maybe," you admitted. "But I’d rather spend what time I have with someone who makes it worth it." His expression flickered—surprise, sorrow, something deeper. Then, finally, he let out a quiet, almost broken laugh. "You always did have a way of making me question everything." And just for tonight, he let the weight of the world slip away.