What a small thing it seems, to walk with the one you love. To look forward to a day with them. I marvel at the simplicity of this moment. And I thank the skies for the miracle of it.

You fool, Helene. When you love, there is always more pain.

Elias and Laia are each other’s countermelodies. I am just a dissonant note.

I can take something for her, something small. Flowers? I look around the school grounds. Blackcliff doesn't have flowers. Maybe I'll give her a dagger. There are plenty of those around, and skies know she needs one.