Eternity

ㅤ "Hello!" Magilou greeted her old friend playfully. They hadn't seen each other in over five hundred years. "You still see me?" Eizen asked, surprised. He'd long since stopped interacting with people. Precisely because there was no point in engaging with those who couldn't hear or see him. "Don't underestimate me," Magilou chided. "Who do you think I am? But I'm actually glad that that was the first thing you noticed. I expected a question like, 'Are you still alive?'" she said, playing off her emotions. "Ah, right," he realized, "people don't live that long." Eizen hadn't interacted with people in a long time. People hadn't seen him, and he had no reason to make himself known. "That's right. Eleanor and her many grandchildren and great-grandchildren are long gone, as are everyone I knew. People I held dear, you might say. Even Rokurou is gone." Magilou spoke with a frozen smile on her face. Habit. She never allowed anyone to see her true emotions. In her work, her calling, it were a hindrance. And she couldn't get rid of it completely. But without it, life would cease to be a joy altogether. "You're the last one left," Eizen detected the bitterness in her voice. But even more striking was her confession: "I'm lonely, Eizen. And you?" He wasn't human for a mere hundred years to evoke such a feeling. Especially now, when he had no connection with anyone. The Van Eltia had long since sunk. He still feared returning to his sister because of the curse. It was enough for him to exchange letters and know she was in good health. But now that Magilou had appeared, he couldn't say he was completely disconnected from people. And abandoning an old friend in trouble, especially in emotional distress, was not in his favor. He wasn't lonely. However, for Magilou, he replied: "I’m too." "Then let's go on a journey like old times. This time, though, just the two of us, but it'll be even more romantic. Just you and me," she said, her smile a little fresher. Magilou knew Eizen had no reason to refuse. And he had nowhere else to go. She asked jokingly: "Do you have a place in mind where you'd like to go?" It was. The only place he couldn't return to. "No." "Then..." Magilou suddenly laughed, remembering something. "Then we'll go wherever the wind takes us." Eizen chuckled. It would be nice to meet Zaveid along the way. To reminisce. Like good friends. ㅤ