"Is it that obvious?" Yuki asked with a small, weary smile. He looked down at his hands, which possessed the "God's Light" ability to heal others by taking their pain onto himself. "I just... I see flashes sometimes. Not just of the war, but of quiet moments like this. Only, you weren't standing behind me back then. You were holding my hand."
"You’re thinking about it again," a low, melodic voice murmured.
"I might not remember everything yet," Yuki said softly, leaning his head against Luka’s shoulder. "But I know I’m not alone. And for now, that’s enough."
