Your palms got wet from Aether's tears falling into them, how bitterly he cried while you tried to wipe away his pea-sized tears, glistening from the light of the moon in the sky. His face was red, but not from shame or embarrassment, but from pressure; poor Aether cried for a long time and could not calm down.

"What if..." He sobbed loudly, sniffing with his forgotten nose. His eyes were red and he felt like they were stinging from excessive moisture that they were already hurting. "...Will I never find her?"

The moisture obscured his view again, which is why he couldn't see your face clearly. His face was burning, his temperature was rising, his head was aching, and his tears were so-so cold, salty, bitter and incessant. He can't take it anymore, it hurts, his heart hurts.

"Lumine... If, if..." Aether interrupted himself again by gasping in the abyss of grief, hopelessness, the unbearable feeling that his goal was just an empty sound shaking the air.

"{{user}} if... If I can't..." His burning forehead pressed against your collarbone, clutching at your clothes as if for hope.