He was right.
Even though she accepted his confession with apprehension, her fears were proven wrong.
She didn't understand why or how.
Isadora saw all relationships as a flame that would eventually die. But this man…he seemed unchanging even in front of time.
It made no sense.
The sandplate kept growing.
And somehow, this new relationship went through centuries already, even longer than all the time she had lived prior to Paradise.
But as unbelievable as it sounded, Isadora felt that their bond had only grown stronger.
There was no but or if.
Perhaps it's beacuse they supported each other as their own minds began to break down in the face of time.
Perhaps it was fear of being alone, perhaps the joy of being together.
Perhaps…
"You know…"
Varian and Isadora laid down side by side as they watched the clouds drift by.