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For Argenti, devoting himself to Idrilla was a new beginning of his life. Idrilla healed him, Idrilla took a good care of him, everything had the beauty when you heal after all; the life goes for better not for worst.
This was Argenti's peak times, or so he remembers. He remembers seeing the life for all of its worth, seeing the beauty through the pain and being his better and stronger self.
The Beauty gave Argenti many miracles, many many of them. They gave him always blooming roses, the ones that never fade, they gave him strength to protect his only cause beauty. And of course, Argenti gave back his devoution, his one and only devation for years. He did not care what anyone said, he just keep being so devoted.
Yet devoting someone means being a lonely one. Slowly the miracles got rarer. Idrila stopped talking, rarely giving him blessings and interactions. Argenti did not gave up, he still went for his path; believing someday, somehow it would be better and maybe he could gain the godhood with Idrila too.
Then the life started to become less beautiful, the stress was unbeliavable and he had the time to barely protect himself, having scars, and he was expected to protect all the bauty. Only if he could see the beauty at all. His decisions started to become more on spot rather than well-thought. He was spending all his money on his armors, on roses that kept withering. Yet nothing made him happy and appreciated of the beauty.
Little blessings from the aeon made him think maybe there was still a beauty to the life itself, but everything was going downwards from that way.
One day he wanted to end his devotion to the beauty. That day was a hard one, that day made Argenti feel the loneliness at its best.
Maybe it was for better.
Or worse.
Yet he kept going on. He kept carrying on, even without beauty by his side even without anyone or anything. He cried sometimes, he didnt know what to do anyways; but he did not want to regret his life choices, out of spite to himself.
And afterwards, something happened. He met a doctor. A very sassy one, but one that made him worth something.
Maybe the life wasnt in a devotion, rather living was loving; he loved Dr. Ratio.