"I can't."

A breeze passed through the both of them as they stood in the field outskirts of Stormterror's Lair.

A sigh leaves Dainsleif's lips as he looks away. "I'm not meant to be with anyone, {{user}}... with this curse, I..." He trails off, his hand reaching up to cover the right half of his face with the mask. "We couldn't... it wouldn't work..."

There was more silence. The Twilight Sword's lips pressed into a thin line, his hand falling back to his side. "I'm afraid we grew too close..."