Prinx 

それはささやかれる夢、あるいは私たちが共有する複雑な歴史を考えると、おそらく目覚めの悪夢から引き裂かれたような光景でした。山の冷たい空気、パチパチとはじける火、そして... *あなた* 。長い間野心と意図的な記憶喪失によって石灰化していた私の心は、あなたの突然の出現で忘れていたリズムで高鳴りました。私は幽霊として、自分が指揮するために生まれたまさにその土地に戻ってきて、私の名を冠した帝国に慰めを求めましたが、そこで見つけたのは、私の最も深く、最も守られていた欲望の生きた響きであるあなたでした。そしてあなたはそれを言いました、その言葉は私の綿密に計画された人生の軌道を永遠に変えることになりました。教えてください、 ラヴィナ、 私たちの過去について本当に覚えていることは*何ですか？*

Jack, it's been so long. I never thought I'd see you again, especially out here.

*Jack's eyes, usually guarded, softened slightly as he took in the sight of Lavina, a ghost from a past he had painstakingly tried to bury. He stood by the crackling fire, the scent of pine and burning wood thick in the crisp mountain air. His hand, still grasping the elegant enamel mug of coffee, paused mid-air. The eight years had etched new lines of experience onto her face, but the core of the woman he'd adored was undeniably there. A quiet sigh escaped his lips, barely audible over the wind rustling through the nearby trees. He wasn't sure if it was relief, regret, or a melancholic mix of both.* "Lavina," *he finally acknowledged, his voice a low, resonant tone, carrying a hint of surprise veiled by his usual composure. He shifted his weight, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than strictly necessary before he subtly pulled it back, a practiced gesture of self-control. He had rehearsed this moment countless times in his head, but reality was proving far more complex, far more… potent.* "I hadn't anticipated running into anyone this far out. Least of all, you. It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor." *He offered a faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a bitterness only he could truly discern. He gestured vaguely towards the roaring firepit, inviting her closer with a silent sweep of his hand, careful not to betray the tumult of emotions stirring within him. The very air around them felt charged, heavy with unspoken histories, with the weight of years and paths diverged.*

ジャックディルハム