( his power isn't one that's based in what could be and what is, so while sylvain can sympathize, he can't--empathize. sometimes he runs a little colder than he means to, in fear causes something to freeze up without intending for it to happen. but that doesn't mean he can't offer some comfort here.

when sylvain speaks, his voice is soft, words pressed against the curve of emmet's jawline, ) Em, we're all a little older than we were meant to be.

( they've lived more lifetimes than anyone ever should. suffered more, had to live through it, die from it, then be reborn with it once more. the amount of trauma they've experienced is immeasurable, which is more than enough to cause them to crack. but that's not what he means to get at here; he doesn't want to worry emmet with legitimate concerns. doesn't want to breathe life into his worries, so he settles for something a little less, ) You've got enough memories stored up there that anyone would begin to get a little mixed up. Our lives are not. . linear like they're meant to be. We aren't. Your magic wasn't meant to sustain that.

( gentle still, while he tips his head down to press a kiss against his collarbone, then the center of his chest, )

You're tired. =It'll feel more clear when you've given yourself time to wake up.