[ ah... everything settles in then, the understanding of what it must mean to know just on the edges of your memory what you might not have. and yet so unable to grasp it, never fully aware of what it is that is missing. yves is silent for a moment, thoughtful, but he doesn't stop running his fingers through zuriel's hair. ]

... I hope you find whatever it is that you lost. [ softly, even though all this has been is a change of sacrifices. bartering what you could lose. ] Maybe that's unreasonable and greedy of me to say... but I think that is still a type of love.

To struggle to let go.

[ he's seen it in scien, and he's seen it in himself. maybe it's not something he should encourage, and yet...

it aches to think of ever suggesting otherwise. ]

But I also believe... that some people are just meant to be together. Even if it takes some bargaining with fate.