(3.4 spoilers)

This was the 220 cycle of the Flame-Chase journey. Phainon didn’t want things to end so horribly— again, 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.

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, making him turn with a tired smile. “Sweetheart. You’re here.” At least you were a constant thing that could keep him somewhat sane. You, oh, his sweet Amaria. He loved you.

Phainon leaned down, kissing your lips and holding to your waist. “Sneaky, aren’t you?”