"Brothers, Sisters, [I] wish [I] could move forward like you."
"But [I] am stuck in time."
"Even if [I] pretend not to be."
"No matter what crossroads [I] have been met with, for more than five hundred thousand years, [I] have always chosen, and always will choose, the same road."
"Because [I] have been waiting for [you] for more than five hundred thousand years."
"So then why, when [we] finally reunited after more than five hundred thousand years, was [I] the only one who remembered [us]?"
"Why did [you] forget [me]?"
"[I] beg [you]."
"Please..."
"Let [me] remember [you]."
"...Please..."
"Remember... [me]."
*****
"Why... are you calling me that?" Eirathys asked, her voice shaking with shock, her eyes wide open behind the veil as she watched Azriel. He looked back at her, half smiling and half startled at himself, and the corners of his eyes, at the very least, had lifted gently.
