Hours turned to days turned to weeks turned to months. Luce barely registered the change in time. Winter became Spring, which somehow bloomed Summer. The white coldness that had taken Serah from him was now long gone as everything again turned lively and green. Luce wandered, and wallowed, occasionally visiting Abaddon out of sheer curiosity of what plan the Guardian was hatching, but he mostly kept to himself. Still, nobody bothered him. He found himself continually being drawn to Chorizon, drawn to the woman who didn't even remember he existed. He spent countless hours, days, weeks, watching Serah as she adjusted to life as a mortal. She was his very own living indication that the world continued on. She was alive, breathing, and thinking, visible to everyone, her heart steadily beating. Once a second. Sixty beats a minute. 3,600 times an hour. Over and over, day after day. In the past six months, her heart had beat over sixteen million times. Luce counted sometimes, listening to it even when he couldn't see her, her pulse a constant reminder that she was real.
