At last, Idhron said stiffly, “I find that I dislike living in a world where you do not remember me.” Something rueful and self-deprecating appeared in his telepathic presence. “Apparently, I am that selfish. I need you to need me. Therefore, calling your… love for me unrequited is not accurate. It is very much requited.” Eridan found himself softening a little. Although it wasn’t exactly a love confession, he could sense that it was as open as this man would be with him.
