The purple light cast colorful shadows against skin, shimmering as the wings began to fade - feathers shedding into nothing. Just Lucanis again.

"Training. I wasn't unique."

Who had put a hand on them since Illario, when they were children? His tailor had always been careful to not touch them. Zara and her cronies? He didn't want that as the only memories of it.

"Touch them again. Please."