She didn't say anything, just stepped forward and hugged him tightly. He held her in silence, the moment stretching between them like a warm thread.
They didn't go back to the tower right away. Instead, Max took her to a quiet corner of the city, bought a house for himself. It was small and peaceful—simple wooden walls, a porch with vines creeping along the railings, and a quiet garden in the back.
They talked for hours. About everything.
Max told her about his family—his mother, his father, his sister. How he missed them, and how every battle he fought, every power he gained, was just a step toward seeing them again.
Alice listened, leaning into his shoulder and while listening she thought her life which she had previously thought was tragic couldn't compared to Max.
At some point, they stopped talking. There were no more words left to say.
Just the sound of their breathing, steady and soft.
