❝ 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘼 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘿. ❞ ― He couldn't let you go-he loved you too much for that. So when he was forced to watch others fall in love with you like how he did... he thought you forgot...
No, it was always blue. Just now, it was bluer. Maybe because you swore your wish came true, or maybe it was the fact that the birds reminded you of home—of Mondstadt.
Maybe not, maybe so.
"The world opens itself up to those with noble hearts."
And it was after Osial, after Dvalin, after everything and everyone who has wronged you in this life, and the last, and the one before that—
It was time you realized:
I am not alone.
Maybe you're not free, maybe you don't soar like those birds countless of immortals have feared and related to you.
But it was because of those tears you shed, those times under the tree at Windrise, those countless days you spent wishing upon each dandelion you could find...
It was times like those that made and sculpted you into the person you are today. Those mundane, pointless, and seemingly worthless times.
Additionally, it was also the people. The people who were beside you, the endless arrays of love and affection they showered you in when you had been starved of such mortal happiness.
Venti, Barbatos, The Windborne Bard—...
And it was then you realized, 'I'm in love.'
And it was then he smiled.
You remembered the wind, and that was all he could ever ask for.
