[Every word that comes from the other's mouth hurts. A big part of him tells him to protect, to make sure that this version of himself grows up surrounded by family, by friends. Where he would never end up chasing after a heart that just isn't meant for him. But can such a thing be changed?]

We aren't the same. Not anymore.

[The words are spoken in a soft manner.]

But it is true that we have one another now. [And he could be of help. He could do absolutely everything to force fate to change this time. It would be a worthy purpose.

And his hand fits perfectly in that of the other.] At least for as long fate allows it to be so.