... I don't doubt that you are still. Irreplaceable. She's a girl who clings so tightly to what is precious, it stays with her even if her memory betrays her. [Even if people say that they return to their worlds and times as though nothing had ever happened, he can't believe that. Not when each soul has an impact on the ones it meets, no matter how small. Even if memories were forgotten, that impact couldn't be taken away.

He sighs softly, looking back up at Mithos carefully through his dark hair. Right now, like this, Mithos was acting more like the person he had met all those months ago. More like the person he thought he was like, sharing the same fears and insecurities. So he hadn't been wrong... that person he had called a friend still existed, if only behind layers of pain and anger that blinded him to genuine kindness.

It was something he understood well.] We first started communicating when we were eleven years of age... I understand she was here for some time, that she was before we realized we were more alike than we realized.