The deal was never really on the table to begin with, sister. You know that, don't you?

[ In your heart of hearts. He smiles wide, stepping forward—he doesn't care about the thorns, a little pain never hurt anyone. It's not really him who'll be suffering with this later. It's sweet William, struggling despite his fatigue.

What a troublesome pair of twins, but that's what they've always been, isn't it. A thorn in his side. ]

I never planned to give this body back. Why would I, when it's the only way I can truly die, and when it has such useful abilities? Finding someone else to make a deal with, who'd be so willing to take me in... well, that's harder than it looks. Not everyone is so desperate to give up everything for the sake of a single person. [ He steps closer still, grabbing at a flower that ducks in his way and ripping it off its stem. Don't bother him, Empatheias. He's mocking someone very important to him right now. ] Even now, he's ready to do that. "Don't deny the world you'll be living in from now on" or whatever that crap was—he'd do it anyway, because he wants you by his side more than anything else.

[ It'd be romantic, if they weren't siblings. Maybe it still is, in that twisted way. Humans are so... ]