“I truly did curse you, didn’t I?” Your words were but a whisper, your fingers swiping under his eyes, where his aether core was, where you knew it was. There were no words needed to confirm what you meant, and he broke in front of you, folded in half, falling to his knees, his face digging into your stomach. Your bloody fingers went through his hair, leaving traces of red in the white. You felt him try to breathe, felt him cry silently and hurt against you, in a way you had never seen him. Sylus didn’t cry. He didn’t even care about most things, always smug and calm. But your Sylus cried against you, like there was nothing else he could do. And you knew he remembered, knew he had remembered for so long, knew he had known the moment he had met you.