The stairs seemed to have no end.
Rin had stopped counting the steps somewhere around three hundred.
At first, he had tried.
Then he had decided that counting mysterious magical stairs while being chased by an angry God was probably not the best use of his remaining brain cells.
So now he simply walked. Beside him, Noctis remained silent.
His long silver hair brushed against his back with every step, catching the faint golden light that leaked through the cracks in the walls.
Sol walked on Rin's other side. Aiden followed behind them. Nobody spoke.
Not because there was nothing to say. There was too much.
Rin still couldn't stop thinking about what Noctis had told him.
You told me to make you fall in love with me again.
That sentence had been haunting him since they left the Archive.
He looked at Noctis.
"What?"
Rin immediately looked away.
"Nothing."
"You've been staring at me for five minutes."
"I have not."
"You have."
"I was thinking."
"About me?"
"...Maybe."
