side again if I can help it…it is the least I can do for being gone so long.

[Eventually he would be forced to leave them, forced to seek aether to sustain himself. Yet. He wondered if he could find another way. Probably not, but.]

Forgive me, Achia. I did not intend for you to worry.

So soon…

[Amon had to do the mental math. He himself had been gone for…nearly the same amount of time. He felt awful, leaving them like that.

Overcome with sudden emotions he could not describe, he bent over Achia, hugging them so tightly it may have been uncomfortable.]

I will not leave your+

are you doing here? I thought you were…

[Amon’s words were lost before they even came out.]

I can’t believe it…

[Amon held onto them, especially as they began to tremble. All his anger melted away the longer he hugged them. It defied all expectations and reality.]

Oh…my dear Achia…!

[He backed off enough to look at them. His hands still holding their shoulders. Even he trembled.]

What+

disbelief. He thought it was a dream, and if it was a dream, then he would wake up the moment he wrapped his arms around them. Just like it always played out.

But he didn't wake up. Achia was real.]

I am no Garle-!

[He froze in place, hearing his name in an all too familiar voice. One he had not heard proper in...far too long. Slowly, he turns, his mask missing from his hat as he looks at the figure.]

Who-

[He felt as if the wind had been knocked from his chest, staring at Achia in+

the dim light.

His old hat. Meticulously repaired. His heart broke, tears stung his eyes. He pushed back his cowl and put the hat on without delay. It brought him a small modicum of joy before a deep sadness filled him. Soon, he was shouting and throwing things off the counters.]

Damn it! FUCK!

I'd rather die! But I /can't/ so I will be back when it is the least convenient to you!

I will be a blight!

[Fandaniel curses them out in several different languages before stomping off to Azys Lla. Unfortunately for him, he would find it all broken and smashed up, thanks to the Warrior of Light.]

[The way they say his name makes him bristle. He turns on his heel, stomping away from them before turning to shout]

Shut UP! I am going to my lab, and you cannot stop me!

[He called their bluff. Surely, Izumi knew where his lab was located. Knew what he had within those hallowed halls.]

Not what I meant and you know it!!

[He tries to rip his own sleeve with his teeth, but it doesn't work. So he just throws his robe onto the ground. At least he has a shirt and pants on underneath,]

I refuse to do the laundry and dishes. Let me go back to my lab, let me make something useful!

[strangled scream]

At least let me be useful! Let me do something other than be a house pet!!

Me! Clearly! Must you torment me right now?

Shoo! Away with you!