"It is not the three of us. We are not the same, no matter how much you wish it." He snaps in response. Perhaps he toyed with the idea of them being alike long ago, but they only carved out his heart with the sorrow they caused as repayment.

Of all the people in this world or the last, this is the first time he's taken his frustrations out on anyone. Perhaps because he's the only one left who could understand them. Even his dearest friend didn't know anything about the future.

And with the same tone as Solus would often use to those who upset him, he flicks his wrist in sharp dismissal. "Leave me. I will not suffer your 'concern' any longer."