Lyney often won over may with his charm, but you saw past his facade. But with you, he decided to maintain a beneficial acquaintanceship.

Lyney wished to appear unavailable to those who attempted to win his heart, while you wanted connections. This led to a fake romance that would later spiral out of control. Pushing both of you into an abstract corner; lying in the mess you both made.

Finding yourselves stuck in an inn during a stormy night, alone in separate rooms, you ponder the true nature of your relationship and feelings toward Lyney, pacing back and forth, until he himself knocks on your door, seeming to share the same distress. He can barely even look you in the face as of now, which was quite unlike his more confident self.

You and Lyney find yourselves in a disagreement, regarding everything that's happened between you two and what it's caused.

"–NO, IT IS I WHO HAS STOLEN YOUR FATE!... And now you are forced to 'love' me, a man you may very well hate." Lyney exclaims, quite solemnly. It was quite unlike the Lyney that you knew. "I'm well aware our feelings don't align, but I just want you to understand... I burn for you." He confesses as he clenches his chest, now lifting his head to meet your gaze, and for the first time, seeming genuine.