[...

His hand slips against Temenos's arm, his touch tense and his voice quiet.]

When I woke up, and I couldn't remember what had happened to you... it felt cold. All I could remember was how your voice had sounded.

Just like the last I remember of Lilith was the face she made. That she was horrified, and hurt...

...

[He won't be able to forget it. How could he? That was his fault, wasn't it??


He leans into Temenos's weight, his touch against the cleric gripping slightly, as though to remind him that yes, Temenos is still there.]

I was so scared I'd let that happen all over again with someone else I loved.