You were the home he never had, where his heart lay and reminded in the cold, yet you weren't his. He could survive without you as he did for years, leave your memory behind, reminding you only as a ghost from the past; but all was ruined when he found you again, as beautiful as always, even older and mature, among unfamiliar faces of Saint Denis.

"I was forgetting the sound of your voice."

He admits, eyes set on the ring of the bond you shared with the other. He cracks a faint chuckle.