(This piece made El sigh and go "this guy" so i think its pretty good.Al says these are 'hallunications' but idk that guy isn't a doctor)

Despite what might seem to be exceedingly obvious, Leander did not spend every second of the day at Mirari or Flynn’s side. In the depth of the night, when his companions fell to slumber, he took to his lonesome. As far as he could manage from WIllow, from prying eyes and ears… to where no one could witness the depths of his mind.

Or. Not quite.

Leander gaze swept the area with an overabundance of caution, ensuring he was alone one final time. Seeing the emptiness surrounding, his gaze settled down into the reflecting pool at his feet.

His eyes close, feeling the burn of exhaustion behind his eyelids. When he opened them, golden eyes against a sea of black reflected back at them.

Trisphar regarded him with a steely gaze, inscrutable. Unreadable. He had always been so… coldly beautiful.

Leander had never been very good at impressions, but he did his best to imitate his voice.

“... Leander.” Even in the short 50 words he had to reply, he had taken the time to say his name. It hadn’t been lost on him.

A second later, his own beady blue eyes looked back at him. “... Birdie.” He paused, awkward. Even in a conversation with himself. “... You look…. Upset.”

Gold. “Well. I didn’t sound quite happy with you in my sending, nor my letter. Did I?”

Blue, sheepish this time. “... No. No you… did not.”

Gold, this time even colder. “.. No. I did not. Listen close, heart. I know you would rather prefer I was referring to you. ‘Forgiveness comes with a price.’ You’d best have the Waveheart returned to me.”

. “I’m… I’m not sure if they have it.”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

“... You’re upset. You aren’t well.”

“No, no I am not. And whose fault is that? Remind me, isn’t it you gallivanting around with murderers?”

“... I would be there with you. If… if I could. You know that.”

“Do I?”

“I told you… I said so in my letter.”

“Yes. But who knows if that will ever get to me. Who knows if I will ever read it?”

“I hope you will. I… I have found you a friend.”

“Oh? I seem to be lacking in those, nowadays.”

Leander watches his own face grimace. His voice falls soft. “... We’re still friends. Nothing… nothing could ever change that.”

He could not keep the exhaustion from Trisphar’s eyes. He looked so… dull. Like this. “... I need you, Leander. I need you here. I have no one.”

“... I know.” He whispers back, touching the water. “... I’ll find information on Tzik for you… I’ll aid in your investigations… I’ll be brave. I’ll do the good that… that you always thought I could do. You’ll see reason… and we can be together again.”

With a final exhausted sigh, he watches the fight drain from Trisphar. “... Alright. Don’t take too long. Time… time can rupture all things, Leander. Don’t forget that.”

And with that, he was gone.