[SE] under the same sky

// you knew who I was //

"They say," Danta is explaining as they cross the narrow stone bridge to the island that houses the Aumakua lighthouse, "that the stars are much clearer here than the rest of Torchline. Something about it being over Safrin's shrine." Smirking over his shoulder at the Butcher, he adjusts the cooler box in his arms and resists the urge to walk backwards to face Asta in case he ends up tripping and falling off the edge of the bridge.

He hasn't told him what's in the box just yet, figuring that it can wait until they've found a nice place to sit. The evening is chilly for Torchline - and therefore Danta is absolutely wearing his coat to keep warm - but compared to other regions, it's still more than comfortable to wander around at night. The moon has just started to rise, in fact, and with it the stars start winking to life. One, then another, then suddenly dozens of twinkling points accompany their journey across the bridge to the soft island sands.

"I thought it would be a good place to see how different things were from before we woke up," he says. "Though I'll mainly be relying on your memory. You were under the sky a lot more than I was, even after you became an Ancient."

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //