[ Already, the fleeting memories that came back to him are beginning to slip away, despite his best efforts to hold onto them. He remembers her name, and now he knows his, and while chasing after the memories from a distant past is perhaps not the best way to spend his time, there is a part of him that wishes to know what sort of lives they lived back then.

If he had the strength to grasp onto those memories and feelings, he would, but as she surmised earlier, he underestimated the severity of the illness that has taken him. He will certainly recover, but the alternating bouts of fever and chills have left him in need of more rest than he anticipated.

It is almost an involuntary movement, but he finds himself settling even further into the comfort of the bed even as she kisses his cheek, and repeating the action again, this time bringing their lips together. ]

I- I cannot say with any degree of certainty, but I wish to believe that I always had the memory of it in the back of my mind and in my soul as well. [ His lips turn up into a small smile, diminished slightly by the lingering fever and other feelings of being unwell. ] I am certain that I was looking for you, and would have continued to do so had our paths not crossed as they did. [ There is much he still has yet to process, but one thing is clear: he too searched for her across all the lives and years that they had lived.

And having made those statements of declaration, he chooses to simply relax then, enjoying her closeness and the feel of her kiss and the love that is contained inside it. ]