(3.4 spoilers)

This was the 1,005th cycle of the Flame-Chase journey. Phainon was getting tired of beating around the bush, but he needed to hold on to his resolve tightly. To do this. For Cyrene. For his friends. For you. It was for everyone, that’s what he was doing this for. He had to remember that, don’t get distracted. Just… hurry this up.

He gazed at the ground with his ever so dulling cyan eyes, getting lost in the memories of the previous cycles before this. At least, until your hand came up onto his arm, yet he didn’t turn. “Sweetheart. You’re here.” At least you were a constant thing that could keep him a little sane. You, his Amaria. He loved you.

Phainon turned, leaned down, and kissed your cheek and holding to your waist. “I need to ask you for a favor.”