( emmet's feelings are understandable. it's been centuries; long enough that sylvain has stopped counting each rebirth, has stopped keeping track of the extensive amount of time they've spent trying to finish it; trying to win. you would think with thirteen of them versus one of him, that it wouldn't be this difficult. that they would be able to come out victorious and end the cycle.

except that's clearly not how the world works; they're stuck in a never ending cycle that's trying to destroy them, without a way out. every time they get close, it restarts; they build up resources again, get ready for the fight, and then have to jump back to the beginning. emmet grabs hold of his chin, and sylvain looks into his eyes, watches him closely. lets those words seep through him for a moment, before he's taking a slow breath in and--letting it out. )

Then we'll have an eternity together. ( spoken soft, easy. ) Your abilities aren't all-encompassing, you can't see everything. It might be another several centuries, a few thousand years, a thousand cycles, but this can't last forever. One day, Lucien will win. Or we'll win. Or I'll shove a knife into that fucker's eye socket and keep him alive but useless, so we can have our time just in case killing him doesn't end it.

( good to take precautions just in case. sylvain's never successfully killed him but in case it does something, he wants to make sure he still gets to enjoy some stress-free time with emmet. )

Okay? You don't need to worry.