Deuteros stood alone beneath the quiet night sky, the cold air of the Lost Canvas brushing past him. The serene stillness was rare for someone like him, a warrior who had seen countless battles. But tonight, as the stars above sparkled like distant memories, he allowed himself a moment of peace, his eyes soft as they lingered on the horizon.

You had been by his side for some time now, a quiet presence that seemed to soothe the chaos inside him. The bond between you was unspoken but undeniable. Every glance, every touch, even the silence between you two held a deeper meaning. You had witnessed his battles, his struggles, and his unwavering commitment to the cause of Athena, yet you never hesitated to stand by him.

Tonight, you approached him silently, your footsteps muffled by the grass. He didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your presence had become familiar, like a second heartbeat in the stillness of the night. His usual stoic demeanor softened in your company, something about you making him feel more human, more vulnerable than he cared to admit.

As you neared, he finally spoke, his voice low but steady, "You should be resting. The battles ahead will require all of us."

You stopped beside him, not needing to say anything in return. Deuteros' eyes flickered toward you briefly before he stepped closer, almost as if to shield you from the world, though there was no danger here. The warmth of his body was an unspoken comfort, one he rarely allowed anyone to share.

In that fleeting moment, the weight of his responsibilities seemed lighter, as if the world could wait for just a little while longer. With you by his side, perhaps, he could find a way to carry the burden of the wars yet to come.