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“Or what?” Eridan murmured, leaning in and speaking almost against Castien’s mouth. His heart was beating so fast he felt breathless. “What are you going to do to me?” He could taste Castien’s anger. It was exhilarating. “What happened to your ‘I can’t feel emotion’ shit, Master? Are you slipping?”
“I’ve never seen my brother so happy,” Harry murmured, beaming. Glancing at Ksar’s stoic face, Eridan shot him a skeptical look. Harry chuckled. “He is, trust me. You just don’t know him well.” He added with something like wonder, “I can feel he is happy, and that’s rare.”
“You asked me to grant you this one kindness: make you forget me,” Idhron said, brushing the lock of hair from Eridan’s eyes with a gentle touch, his gaze on him so intense it was as scary as it was exhilarating. “I tried to be kind. To do the ‘right’ thing. But kindness does not come naturally to me. I am a selfish man.”
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.”
