"I don't want him to find me. When he does, then this will end." He murmured quietly, clentching his hands together tightly. Mother forgive him...he didn't want Valtiel to be there again. He didn't want to see the muscle and bone and blood of this world. He just wanted to be, as Heather was telling him. He just wanted this, even if it was a lie, even if this world was as ugly and vicious and cruel as the last.

Eileen gave a soothing cry, leaning against him and holding his wrist. He touched the top of her head, stroking her soft, short fur and his shoulders relaxed slightly. Somehow, Valtiel hadn't found him yet. It had been months and he hadn't appeared. He couldn't hope that Valtiel wouldn't come eventually, however. Looking over at Assumption, cuddling his friends and so clearly happy with them, he finally turned to look Heather in the eye.

"When he finds me, take Assumption. Please."