33,550,336 cycles. No, this would now be considered 33,550,337th cycle this time. 33,550,337 cycles, and in all of them, he always ends up meeting the crown prince of Kremnos. Was it fate, or just bound by prophies that they're meant to always meet? The only difference this time though was that, this time, he had all the memories living front and center within his mind. He has every single memory that was shared between the both of them, spread out through all those cycles. The memories of what every single Phainon, Khaslana, had to endure. What they experienced together, the battles, the sparring matches, the shared meals, and how their endings happened ( always, always, by his own hand ). So how to do you approach that same person, sharing that same face and name, and try to start over again?
Bright blue eyes that don't belong in a pub like this, quickly find that man among the crowd only after a few seconds of scanning the place. He isn't even entirely sure how he found himself here, in the same pub, or even in this district. One moment, he was walking aimlessly, and then the next... well, maybe, that was just fate for them. Ha, fate. What a funny, trivial, thing it was. And yet, there beside the prince sat an empty stool, almost like it was waiting for him. And before he could process of what he wanted to do, boots were already dragging his own exhausted body over to the empty seat, dropping heavily into it and taking up the once empty space beside the crown prince. Clearing his throat, he uses it as a way to both gander the attention of the said prince, and drink tender behind the counter. " @bloodei " he cheers, trying to bear that same smile that every other Phainon has worn for this man. "I never imagined you as a man to frequent a place like this. And to think we could've had another hang out place together, if only Okhema had an establishment similar to this."