There would be complications. The journey, the feathers, Yasha, how far this tower was from anything, but right now...right now none of the mattered. Right now everything was this perfect moment.

Fai was here. Fai was alive. Not aflame with it, how could either of them have been here? But a glowing, warm life. Something he hadn't felt for so long, the feeling echoed in him, deep.

"It's real."

It was real, right? Nothing felt unreal, nothing felt like a dream.