Oh. Nida just wanted to sigh. Those. Two of the worst days of his life. For a moment his hand came to rub at the scar on his right shoulder at the reminder. But the other ones. Geez.

Nida sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. The other scars he wore bracelets with, or had. Before Ignis. Now the was resisting pulling his sleeves down more to keep them from being seen. Though his eyes went to the crimson blade in the corner. Yes, the same blade from the first of the memories. Nida had never explained to his husband where the distinctive blade had come from. Now it would have to be obvious.

"I met a psychic here, who said she could read futures. She said mine back home may not be over. I don't know. I haven't been back since... It's why I say I won't go home. I'm not certain I can."