[ Her fingers curl around his in return. Some part of her mind, not overridden by long passed memories or emotions, points that they should rest. He is to leave in the morning no matter what either of them truly wish or feel. A sense of the realist attempts to break through. The moment he speaks, however, that fleeting thought of realism slips away.

Lantaa--or perhaps Althea--curls against him and slips her fingers between his. His reason for departing was noble. After all, who were they to deny a chance at life for two little ones that had been robbed of their parents? She did her utmost to look after them, to care for them, in what time remained. A part of her was never truly there any longer. It felt as if a piece of who she was had left with Costas to the aetheric sea. A piece that has never fully returned in fear that she may never find him again if it does. ]

I love you; for all eternity. No matter where our lives will take us, or what shapes it gives us, or even if I'm forced to be with another. It's you who I love and always will. My one and only.