Acere’s words offered reassurance, reminding her that it was okay to grieve, and that she should be able to grieve as long as she needed. One didn’t simply get over losing a mate, and, hearing that he still grieved for his first love she blinked with surprise, letting her gaze linger on him. So his love was not here… she would have thought that by now they would have been reunited with her. But he had not. Had… had Acere suffered a similar fate to the one she was now burdened with? While her heart ached for her pain, there was some comfort in knowing that he understood… and there was more comfort in knowing he would be here. That he would always be here. For her, for her kin, for his kin. But he mentioned failing them and Bellamy shook her head before giving him a quick, squeezing hug. “We are the ones that failed you, Ace, not the other way around…” She released him.
The information about Ignis surprised her, but Bellamy gave a nod. The demon Ignis fought… was it so different from her own? He was losing it too, just as she was slipping. Bellamy understood that, if they met, the only option was to give everything they had, less those other sides do it for them. A losing battle… but a fight they would lose together… a loss they could both understand. Maybe there was no saving either of them, but… Bellamy knew what needed to be done. “You have my word, Acere.” Her voice had become quieter, and she leaned into the gentle nuzzle he gave. Such a simple touch, but it meant so much. She felt some of that weight ease back.
He rose, and Bellamy arched a brow as he said that he wanted to show her something. What could he want to show her? Bellamy rose, trailing after him without question. “What is it?” She asked, her green gaze fixed on the winter king.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
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