Darker indeed. All these claims of the end coming, of the world falling apart, of this issue and that was really quite laughable to someone who didn't just read about history in the pages of a book. Someone who truly experienced the horrors of mankind, someone who was one. The world now, compared to then, was a wonderful place.

Fabian let out a long groan when he was asked if he was still in love. He rolled his head and tipped it back to stare at the ceiling a small while. It was different here, he couldn't tell what, but his emotions were so fickle anyway that it could just be chalked up to that.

"I ran," he said quietly, finally. "I don't know. I thought, I think I thought if I became stronger again I could actually get rid of him, wash my hands clean, age and die like a normal human being. I suppose that was the hope, it always seems to fall out of my mind when I see him. So."