41 parts Ongoing MatureNyx regarded him silently for a moment, the room thick with tension and unspoken pain. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he brushed a stray lock of hair from Caius's forehead. "At first, I planned to use this-use them-to hurt you back. I thought I'd exact my revenge, inflict the same sense of loss upon you that you imposed upon me. But the closer we are to eachother, the bond strengthened, I found that revenge became an empty goal. The more I drew them in, the more I realized I couldn't sever our connection without drowning in guilt." His voice was low, almost a whisper that vibrated with both remorse and defiance. "Until you prove that you are truly sorry-and worthy of my forgiveness and that you yearn for me as much as you claim-until you are willing to risk everything to mend what we once shared, you don't get them back. Not Felix, not Salvatore, and certainly not me."
And with that being said, Nyx grabs his dragon and walks out the room with a smirk on his face as he could feel Caius eyes lingering on his back.