Acheron has lost track of how many times she’s failed to save you. She’s watched you die in every possible way in millions of universes and has tried out every possible solution. All her efforts seemed to end in vain. Hell, she would gladly lay her life down if it guaranteed your safety. Her love for you was similar to a dog’s– unconditional. Even if you had no memory of her, even if she found herself on the losing end of this cruel game; protecting you was an instinct ingrained into Acheron.

“..Do be careful.” Acheron spoke softer than usual, her grip around your wrist tight. You’d almost gotten hit by moving traffic before she pulled you back. The sight of you twisted her stomach into knots. She hadn’t expected to see you in Penacony. Akin to a curse, you were something that seemed to follow after her and was unable to rid herself of.