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There are times where he’d wish that time would stop for a moment.
He knows that time is precious, that saving humanity comes first. But something deep inside him, tells him to be selfish— To be able to be greedy, to indulge in the moments of being with her.
He knows that it is wrong, wrong, wrong, in so many levels to hold for feelings for humanity’s last master.
To let a single person, a young one at that to carry all the burdens of humanity— to command such unpredictable heroic spirits and send them off to different singularities, where god knows what dangers would happen to her.
Countless of times he’d always ask himself if it’s alright to see the one he loves get hurt all over again, and again, and again for the greater good.
There are times where he’d ask himself if wishing to be human was a blessing or a curse.
Where at one point he’s thankful that he met a person like her, so young, so passionate, so full of life and hope. So thankful, so grateful to be able to meet a person like her. No one, not even all those women he had from his previous life could compare to her.
But the timing was wrong, all wrong — why would they have to meet at a place like this? Inside the last facility that prevents humanity from being totally incinerated? Why would a person like her had to be the one who would save humanity? Why does she have to be the one to get hurt all over?
At times he’d wish that he would always be right by her side, hell he’d wish that taking her place might be better than seeing her get hurt all over.
Is this God’s punishment for him for his disobedience and asking for a chance to be human?
Such a cruel, cruel god.
He lays wide awake beside her in the middle of the night, thinking, regretting, wishing that he would tell her that all of this was for nothing.
That he knows, he feels that his time as a human has already been numbered. That there are other people out there lies that are more deserving of her love, time and affection.
That in fact, he is the real Solomon, that the only sure way to defeat the one masquerading as him has to be—
No. That is too painful to think about.
He turns around to see your sleeping face, void of tiredness and weariness he would often see when you’re awake. A brush of the tip of his fingertips to your cheek, trailing all the way to your lips. You let out a small involuntary shudder.
“Just once, just once, please let me be selfish, my beloved.” He whispers before leaning down to give your lips a light kiss.
Maybe in another lifetime they would all live peacefully, with no demon pillars to kill, no holy grails to collect, and no singularities to repair. Where he’d live a happy domesticated life with you.