It was almost hard to meet his eyes, not because she was afraid or ashamed, but because his gaze was so intense. That warmth turned to a more intense heat, but at the same time, his words and the obvious anguish there pierced through her like an icy lance.
"You're not betraying a promise." Her words were soft, rather than strident, almost as if she were saying it to herself as well. I'm not betraying a promise. "I can't...live here and be here and yet remain solely in the past. I can't. I want to live." And she realized this was something that also tortured her, at the back of her mind, of what she was in Eos and indeed the duties she had back there. "What if we spend the rest of our lives here and never do anything, never move on, because weare so beholden to what we used to be? I don't want to die having wasted this chance like that. Do you?"
Lunafreya wished she had a better answer, something crystal clear rather than the clouds they had to fight through at the moment. But they couldn't go back and make it all right; there was no way to do so. And she desperately did want to live her life, by her choices, for once. She chose him.