[After nearly a century of working toward putting this world back on its feet again, what little remained of it after everything, it was impossible not to have put down a few roots of his own in the First. His origins were with the Source, but from a time beyond what the Warrior of Darkness knew, and now would never know, and somewhere within the Crystal Tower there, his younger self continued to slumber, at peace and safe in an uncertain, but hopefully happier future.]

[Or at least, he thought he might be. He had hoped to call to himself there, to wake him, to live a dream he had not yet, after all, forgotten.]

This world and its people have ever fought to hold themselves together, but I will see it happen. I have been here with them this long. It would not feel right to leave it all behind, now that things have... progressed differently than I foresaw.

[There it was, the words spoken solidifying what he had known was coming. Even still, his step paused as he regarded her before he remembered himself and closed the distance to within her arms' length, lingering just on the edge.]

If it is what would satisfy your concerns, it will not hurt anything to allow this. [Even still, as he bows his head, his ears twitch gently, following a faint tint of pink crossing his cheeks. It isn't every day that someone approaches him with the intention to reach out and touch him, rarer still that the object of their attention would be his ears.]