"Can he make it out alive? What if he failed again?"
The voice echoed softly with uncertainty. Yet it was oddly familiar. Xion could more or less recognize it as… his own?
But his lips were definitely closed. Was he hallucinating?
Before he could make sense of it, another voice trickled into his awareness. It was feminine, warm, and soothing like lullabies whispered in candlelit temples.
"He will," the woman said, clearly smiling. "He is one of my favorites for a reason."
Cool, comforting fingers combed through his hair.
It didn't take Xion long to realize he was sleeping on the same plush couch as he had years ago.
His head was resting on Myrthia's lap. Trying to get rid of the haziness that made his limbs float, he focused on the voices once again.
"He's stubborn, yes. Yet so very sweet," the goddess added playfully. "Don't you already know that?"
Xion wanted to scoff. Am I stubborn? Since when? And I am not that sweet either. Darius is.
