Leave it to her to find a positive in all this, a positive he can't argue with. Endymion ought to be more cross with the crystal he carelessly drops onto his bed so he can fully envelop her in his embrace, but how can he truly be mad about this when he has her back? She remembers him, as he was long ago. It's not the set of memories he'd been after, but they're memories he welcomes all the same. Memories that tell him so much about himself that had been a mystery before that fateful night at the masquerade.

"I've missed you, Serenity."