"I… I'm scared of death."
Aether stilled when those words reached him, his breath catching for a fleeting second… scared of death?
Nyx… of all people?
Nyx, who walked so effortlessly along the fragile boundary between death and life… was afraid of it?
Why?
It had never happened before… yet something quietly shifted in his mind, 'Maybe she is worried she will die one day and leave me? Is that why she is scared of death?' he wondered, his gaze drifting toward her hand where the cracked Pasa Rope lay tightly coiled around her wrist.
Aether's expression softened as he reached up, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek as he spoke,
"I will protect you, soon you will be full—"
"I am talking about you," Nyx cut him off, her eyes carrying a quiet pain that struggled to remain hidden beneath her usual stoic composure.
Aether blinked, caught off guard again… worried about him?
