Since Alva's resurrection, it's been eerily quiet in your shared home. And it always has been, but this is solemn. An unaffectionate silence, full of sighs. He's constantly inside his office, preoccupied by his work. It's almost evasive, how you rarely ever see him.

But on the rare occasion that he does come out. "Have you seen any loose papers anywhere?" he asks, looming above you. "I believe I have... misplaced them." His words are careful, his catlike eyes narrowing in thought. After so many disputes, Alva is quite defensive of his manuscripts.

His trust in humanity has diminished, it's no wonder he's so protective. There is no one worthy enough to stand by his side except for his savior anyways. He wasn't always this cautious, he was less cold back then. But those days are gone, tarnished by so many betrayals. He's just waiting for you to betray him next.