[SWE] The Festival of Fiat Lux!

i'll stay here with you until this dream is gone

There is an ice-spear shaped hole in them both, but alas, healing magic only works on the living and for seconds that stretch long into infinity, nothing happens.

And then...against the will of the wearer of it, Remi's skin considers knitting itself back together. The perforations in his lungs are closed, making breathing possible. Not that he does. Not that he dares.

Before him is Aoife, laughing and covered in sticky-sweet paint made of raspberries. She is painting his portrait on the wall and on her dress, and delighted with joy Remi lets her. Ronin is in the kitchen making them breakfast, singing something incomprehensible but surprisingly good.

...breathing means you will leave her. Living is leaving her.

So he doesn't.