[Yoimiya's reassurance fills him with calm, the brush against his skin peaceful and nice. Tartaglia locks his gaze with hers, easily getting lost in it, her presence a powerful comfort for him as he reconciles with this new information about his past self. She's right.
He's not Alnair, and he never will be. They lived different lives, so no matter what happened back then, it has nothing to do with him now. And there probably is something they're missing.]
You're right. It's impossible to say, and the gap between then and when Seraphina came into the picture might be large. Given ancient Teyvat's history, anything could have happened.
[He nuzzles into her, soaking in her presence, letting her ground him right here in the moment. Ajax shamelessly uses her to shake off the implications of that vision, choosing instead to live for the woman in his arms rather than worry about a time thousands of years ago.]
The woman we couldn't identify...she might be the one still around, that Lesser Lord Kusanali warned you of. Guess we'll have to be weary of anyone with long, golden hair.
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He's not Alnair, and he never will be. They lived different lives, so no matter what happened back then, it has nothing to do with him now. And there probably is something they're missing.]
You're right. It's impossible to say, and the gap between then and when Seraphina came into the picture might be large. Given ancient Teyvat's history, anything could have happened.
[He nuzzles into her, soaking in her presence, letting her ground him right here in the moment. Ajax shamelessly uses her to shake off the implications of that vision, choosing instead to live for the woman in his arms rather than worry about a time thousands of years ago.]
The woman we couldn't identify...she might be the one still around, that Lesser Lord Kusanali warned you of. Guess we'll have to be weary of anyone with long, golden hair.