He reached the room where he sensed Leiza's presence.
Inside, she was sleeping deeply, her breathing steady, her expression peaceful in a way that felt almost cruel. She looked untouched by tragedy, untouched by memory, like the world had wrapped her in ignorance as a mercy.
Azzy sat beside her slowly, his hand lifting to brush her hair aside, careful and trembling.
For a second, the illusion of Artaigne overlapped her face, and Azzy's expression hardened instantly, his eyes turning sharp with pain.
"What happened back then?" he whispered, voice shaking. "I remembered up to the engagement ceremony… but then it showed me your death."
His fingers tightened against the bedsheet.
"And if you reincarnated…" he muttered, his voice lowering further, almost fearful of the next words, "then what about Eon? What happened to her?"
