No response came at those words, but the response burned deep.
Better to realize you're alone sooner than later.
He felt Trystan fall back onto the mattress, the smell of the cloves heavy in the air, and with a sigh, Liam hefted himself up to his feet once more and paced over towards the window. Fingers drew back the stained curtains, the Gotham sky dark and overcast.
Alone.
It was a hard realization, one that left a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. He had asked to remember, to remember the good and the bad, and what had that gotten him? A brief reconciliation before contact ended. It had been a foolish wish, hadn't it? To pretend that maybe something could be good, that maybe among the forgetting and the time that fell away, lost to him forever, that something good could come of it.