The first male he actually cared about in his whole reincarnated lifetime.
He accepted that he did not want to watch the old man die.
Somewhere far away, in the world where his body lived, Naomi called another fold, and Aurora's fingers tightened on his wrist as his pulse stumbled.
And he accepted the last one, the one underneath all the others. He wanted the badass geezer to keep his dignity.
To never choke down another man's seed pill for the privilege of breathing, not while Quinlan had a drop of blood left to offer instead. To be standing, spine straight, when the Heavenly Restriction came down, and to be there beyond the edge of every map after it, that fossil of a status screen climbing again.
He wanted to see. A level 75 Alexios Valorian.
A level 100 Alexios Valorian.
An Alexios Valorian who fought demons and gods alike, whatever entity stood in his path. Quinlan knew the old fucker would make it possible, just like his girls would.
