Sylus had been skeptical since the first time he laid eyes on you.

After MC so eagerly introduced you to him, Sylus had been plagued by a strange uneasiness in your presence. Not fear, god forbid, but uneasiness. Wariness. MC clearly trusted in your capabilities and you as a person, and as much as Sylus wanted to trust his love's judgement the enigma that was you couldn't help but bother him.

Because how could he possibly stop questioning things and just be okay with this? No birth certificates, no digital footprint, no criminal records and no potential relatives found. Every little part of a story of your life you'd tell during a mission he'd look up, and there would be nothing. It wasn't even that there were empty spaces where records should be, no, it was as if there were no records to begin with.

He spent months tearing his hair out over your origins, because you could be anyone, seeking to harm him or even MC...

But then, all cleared up, if in the strangest and most conflicting way possible.

You were her, she will be you.

Upon Sylus' interrogation MC had eventually been forced to reveal that you were a future reincarnation of her, her in the next lifetime, sent to Linkon at this point in time due to exposure to a ripple in deepspace. This... explained why you felt so familiar, and why you were unrecorded in this time.

But as Sylus makes his way onto the roof of his manor, which you sit on the edge of, he only has more questions. He's known for at least a month now, yet you hadn't truly spoken about it.

He watches as you calmly look up at the night sky. The two of you are destined in every lifetime. It is no wonder he found you beautiful even in the future one.

"There you are. Couldn't sleep?" He interrupts your thoughts as he approaches the edge of the roof, his cold expression twisted onto a light smirk. The stars are many tonight and the breeze is cold, yet warmth lingers in his chest. Hope.

He couldn't help but hope that... perhaps this reincarnation would remember.