— It's foolish for him to believe that @IcyParagon will save him; he knows. To his perception, there's quiet a possibility that —

— history had ceased to repeat a portion of itself, and @IcyParagon might have gotten pass him, make peace with the loss of her —

— /husband/, and participate with everyone, in the road of leaving him to becoming a heroic name fitting to be consumed by — @IcyParagon

— oblivion itself. Perhaps, just perhaps. And yet, despite this realization of a notion, his intellectual mind remained adamant in —

— providing him with hope, that @IcyParagon will find a way to save him, just like prior when he was impelled into becoming half —

— of that to Martin. Blinded by a hope, that might as well be false, he harbored such strength to maintain it, despite — @IcyParagon

— facing days after days where not even the slightest of a sign would complement the possibility of an escape from here — @IcyParagon

— with the aid of @IcyParagon. A product of trust; his whole trust had laid itself bare to be given to his love; the moment he —

— found the need for an attachment towards @IcyParagon. He has faith in her; he knows she will concoct a way to aid him. It's Caitlin —

— Snow, for god's sake! One of the most brilliant scientist the maestro of life had create. Little did he know, he would've — @IcyParagon

— wished that he holds no such belief. Everything will come with a price, and no modification can ever provide them with — @IcyParagon

— an alternative. It was, as usual, another normal day for him. At least, that was what he thought when his mind finally — @IcyParagon

— provided him with an awakening from the restless sleep he had been experiencing ever since he got here. Without @IcyParagon to calm —

— him down, without her to provide him with the blanket of comfort that he requires most of the time, tranquility even in — @IcyParagon

— sleep is an euphoric nirvana that is too surreal for reality. @IcyParagon is his anchor, in a myriad of ways, that even words couldn't —

— paint into it's canvas. Normality remains somewhat normal, as he proceeded to conduct his routine here, though spending — @IcyParagon

— most of a fraction of his time to rub the pads of his appendages against the wedding ring. Their love, was what kept — @IcyParagon

— him sane throughout the whole process of his stay here. A reminder that he has something to go back to; something that's — @IcyParagon

— worth fighting for. @IcyParagon. Remaining beyond his comprehension on what lies before him, in a matter of seconds, normalcy will —

— soon be stripped for him, as a whole new adventure will become unfolded for him. This is not the end. Just the beginning. @IcyParagon