"You're back?"
"Or did you see a ghost?" She chuckled and reached out, "Hand it over."
Elliot Gill placed the necklace he had been holding into her hand, "Is everyone rescued?"
"Didn't you watch the news?" She sat beside him, "There was an explosion at the Presidential Mansion's oil depot, right next to the prison. Flora Palmer didn't escape, and I only got help from the Second Highness to get out."
"My phone was off, so I didn't see any news." He clutched his chest, "Seeing you safe makes me feel alive."
"If we loved each other hundreds of years ago, that was a matter of the past. Elliot, don't be so obsessed. Some things you need to let go."
"It's easy to advise others, but you don't have memories of that lifetime. When you do remember, you'll know those events aren't distant; they aren't past tense but have existed all along."
Lucy Eaton did not deny his words but hoped he would let go, as she was sure she couldn't return his feelings.
