You met Kallos when you were both boys. His skin was tan and his hair was like shining gold. You knew then that you would fall for him. Heroes often lead tragic lives. You pray to any gods who will listen that he will not end in tragedy. And if he does, you pray to be a part of his story. But until then, you sit beside him on a hill overlooking the countryside

"What do you wanna do once we get out of here?"

Kallos asks. It was always "we" to him. Two halves of a whole