what am i supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

"Well... it's never too late," she said, albeit a little awkwardly. It still felt strange to be in a position where she was comforting him. He had been her protector for so long, strong and resolute. Now it was her time to let him lean on her a little bit. Theory sat beside him and nudged his ruff affectionately, breathing in that familiar scent. The road he'd walked had been a lonely one. She understood a little bit better now why he might have turned to Shaye for comfort. Despite it all, it had lost him his family. His name. Theo knew he didn't regret it, not for a moment. He loved Poem and Motif too deeply to let the thought even cross his mind. But what was he missing out on? "What does that name mean to you now? Imperialis?" Theo asked.