Can't Get You Outta My Mind

Azzurra had known him better, and after a second look where he was much more lost in his thoughts, she knew that he wasn’t entirely happy in the after. In fact it may have appeared the complete opposite. His paw over her pulled her hips in almost as if to cradle her, "Everything’s fine Azzie, go to sleep." But his expression did little to convince her. To him it was like because she had noticed, he couldn’t even fake the satisfaction anymore. She knew every part of him, and it would be his own ruin.

She was not so lenient on him though, and he was almost angry about it. Because he knew if he spoke the truth on the dark side of his emotions, it would hurt her more than she could know. He almost ignored her, slipping his paw over her shoulder as if she needed comforting, "Just please always remember the best parts of this." Because yes, he wouldn’t deny that there were bad parts, that these moments would probably heavily outweigh the good ones just like the rest of their lives had done to them. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wouldn’t. He would keep his own burden on his shoulders.

"Balthier"