"It's... kinda dumb that it took us so long, huh?"
He tucks his head a little sheepishly, feeling everything rush back over him all at once. It makes perfect sense though now, doesn't it? Why he would spend years trying to seek her out while she was dying. Why he would give anything and everything up to bring her back, to make this world for the two of them.
She's always been his everything. In every version of life they've shared together, she's been worth sacrificing everything for. She's been the point of it all, the only meaning behind anything, behind everything. Somewhere deep in his subconscious, he must have known it all along.
But it still feels unreal that it's taken them thousands of years here to dig to that deeper truth. How long have they remembered that opera house? A deep, foundational memory for them both- so much so that he'd recreated it here, that they've lived on its rooftop terrace since the beginning, explored the back passageways he'd recreated over and over. But to only now, for the first time, remember what this place truly means to them.
And then, another sudden thought: that damn fox.
Nameless had been behind it all from the very start, from the second he'd first met the shifty little creature, whacking its tail in his face, to just the other day when he'd torn their terrace apart trying to throw the two of them together finally.
"You think he did all this on purpose?"
Shand doesn't mention him by name, but he's sure Luna knows what he means. They've been connected by their dreams, by their minds, for half of forever, but they've been connected by even more all this time. That makes all the sense in the world.
And now even, something else springs to memory. When she'd been up in that cave, after that fight they'd had. After his hours drinking alone in that beach hut. Sabina had been there, pulled herself out of the deepest recesses of Shand's brain to fix what seemed like it could never be put back together. What had she said? She'd made the two of them seem... necessary. Vital.
Suddenly, things feel even bigger, even deeper than they're probing now. Much more than they've just started to realize.
He tucks his head a little sheepishly, feeling everything rush back over him all at once. It makes perfect sense though now, doesn't it? Why he would spend years trying to seek her out while she was dying. Why he would give anything and everything up to bring her back, to make this world for the two of them.
She's always been his everything. In every version of life they've shared together, she's been worth sacrificing everything for. She's been the point of it all, the only meaning behind anything, behind everything. Somewhere deep in his subconscious, he must have known it all along.
But it still feels unreal that it's taken them thousands of years here to dig to that deeper truth. How long have they remembered that opera house? A deep, foundational memory for them both- so much so that he'd recreated it here, that they've lived on its rooftop terrace since the beginning, explored the back passageways he'd recreated over and over. But to only now, for the first time, remember what this place truly means to them.
And then, another sudden thought: that damn fox.
Nameless had been behind it all from the very start, from the second he'd first met the shifty little creature, whacking its tail in his face, to just the other day when he'd torn their terrace apart trying to throw the two of them together finally.
"You think he did all this on purpose?"
Shand doesn't mention him by name, but he's sure Luna knows what he means. They've been connected by their dreams, by their minds, for half of forever, but they've been connected by even more all this time. That makes all the sense in the world.
And now even, something else springs to memory. When she'd been up in that cave, after that fight they'd had. After his hours drinking alone in that beach hut. Sabina had been there, pulled herself out of the deepest recesses of Shand's brain to fix what seemed like it could never be put back together. What had she said? She'd made the two of them seem... necessary. Vital.
Suddenly, things feel even bigger, even deeper than they're probing now. Much more than they've just started to realize.