[It's far from surprising, Zahliya's answer. It had already been clear that he was hesitating. And hell, Luca himself had been the one to remind him of how little time had passed. It would be unreasonable to expect Zahliya to forgive him so easily. It's the right call for the both of them.

It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Something rips violently through Luca's chest. With it, it brings the pain he's been able to swallow down from Clive's loss. No longer did it feel dull and aching, but instead raw and vivid. Luca has half of a mind to hide the way his face shutters. It's an old instinct, to hide his emotions, but it's a familiar one. Part of him thinks it might be unfair to bear his soul in such a way, might leave Zahliya feeling guilty. The other part of him thinks that hiding it isn't fair to either of them.

So it bleeds through. He doesn't try to blink away the burning sensation in his eyes, nor cough away the way his breathing hitches. He lifts a hand, massaging at the growing ache in his chest. But he doesn't try to lash out.]

I understand. [His voice is soft, thick with the tears he's only barely holding back.] Please, take all the time that you need. And if it's more than time... [He waves a hand. He won't let himself think about that outcome.] You do not need to apologize. I'm glad you are doing what is best for you. I knew what to expect, coming here. But it was necessary. You needed to know what I said was wrong.

[He takes a few steps back. It's hard not to think about what he's walking away from. His treacherous mind reminds him of each memory, each treasured experience between the two of them. But he turns anyway.]

If you do ever need anything. Help with something in the woods. Something like - before. I would like to think of myself as your friend, still. And I would gladly come running for you. I will always be here to remind you that your flame belongs to you and only you.