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In the midst of this long, long life, I look to encounter love right at my fingertips.
If this is the final night we have, could you properly listen to me?

(Quiet Room - Yoh Kamiyama)

Barbatos was getting attached.

He was unable to deny it at all.

And he knew it too.

He was begging himself to stop it.

This wasn't right.

This wasn't what he was supposed to do.

And he knew that from the very first time he'd step foot into his room.

His excuses can't cover his actions anymore.

His grief was not something that should cost the future and the past.

He was changing the future.

Something you told him not to do.

...

He could no longer stand still and make excuses for indulging himself in the past.

Barbatos knew it was time to let go.

"...You won't...be coming here anymore?"

Your voice was meek, indirectly conveying that you wished it wasn't true. He felt his heart crack at your tone.

"...I'm afraid so."

"..."

You averted your eyes from the male.

"..."

Neither of you spoke.

...

Was it appropriate for him to inform you at all?

Wouldn't it have been better if he'd just left without a word to you?

With these thoughts in mind, it would seem Barbatos was contemplating about the advantages and the disadvantages. To both the past, and the present.

After all, there was no future for you. At least, in the present of his reality.

...But in truth, all he could think about was how much it would hurt.