[His hands leave hers for the moment, reaching up to cup her face in them. They were cool from the outside still, but gentle against her skin as his fingers brush her hair away from her eyes. Thumbs brush against her cheeks and he tilts that head up, making sure that no matter where she looked, her eyes would meet his.]

Don't let that memory grip your heart, Reina.

[His voice slips between them like a soft melody, leaning forward to press their heads together.]

You're free from it now. And we can make the hissatsu we were always meant to have.