“I’m sorry.” Phainon whispered with a voice that seemed to drift off with the wind. His clawed hands cupped your cheeks, delicate, careful, like he’d break you. But you already felt broken, your heart shattering with grief. “This is what I have to do.”

To be with you in paradise.

No, you don’t. You wanted to say. You wanted to shout at him, shake him and tell him that it was okay. He didn’t have to do this alone. He didn’t have to be alone anymore, you were here. You would stay by his side and you would carry his burden with him.

What I wouldn’t sacrifice.

But the man in front of you was stubborn and had a heart of gold. He would do this for Amphoreus, for Okhema, for the Chrysos Heirs, for… you. All for you. Because he didn’t want you to suffer. He went through 33,550,336 cycles for you. He stayed with you in all those cycles. Loved you in every life. Held you in his arms like it would be the last time. And now, it was.

Why’d you have to chase the light,

Phainon leaned in, pressing his lips against your own like it would be the last. Because it would be. This was the last time you’d ever feel his warmth again. This was the last time you’d ever feel his touch. This was the last time you’d ever see him.

Somewhere I can’t go?

“I love you, {{user}}.” He told you.

As I walk this world alone.