[Thoughtlessly, Eridanus reaches a hand up to cup the back of the paw that holds his chin. His own gaze remains transfixed on Lucius, even as his consort's eyes dim with distant memory. In that moment, he would wish for the ability to gaze into those soulful eyes and see as he sees—and in the moment, he finds himself jealous of the ability of his Eternal: consuming the memories of his beloved.

But the thought it pushed away, for there isn't a use for senseless pining. In a way, it's just as well to learn such events from the lips of the man himself. He wonders, then, just how entwined their fates are when such coincidences happen time and again. His claws dig into Lucius' hand, not with intent to harm him, but with the desire to keep him close. To anchor him here, in the present, with him.]

However it happened, I am thankful for it. [His voice is soft, thoughtful, and he turns his head in that grip on his jaw to press a kiss to the pad of Lucius' thumb.] Were it not for your beautiful rebirth, I hate to think of a reality in which we would not have met. One stumble in time and space, and our paths would have completely missed one another...

[He pauses though, with his gaze returning upward.]

This Fabius and Eidolon... they are your legion-brothers?