What do you think would have happened if Armand and you were not separated so quickly? Would he have turned out the same person he is today? Growing up is always a process of change. You surely remember those time of making decisions and setting your sails according to the cours in life you choose during those years of passage.
Talking to Armand…I got to know a person with a mind as sharp as a blade, precise and to the point, even in philosophic discussion. Realsitic yet not cynical.
If Armand and I had not been so cruelly and too soon separated, I think that the two of us could have easily spent centuries together. It was love that bound us together, an immense, depth-less love, that much is certain. So we would not have fallen prey to petty argument, and neither would we have grown bored of the company of the other. There was always passion between us, and I am certain it would have withstood the centuries.
Eventually, I would have taken him with me to the Shrine of Akasha and Enkil, and I would have introduced him to our royal parents. Then he would have been a true acolyte, an apprentice in every regard. With Armand’s history of easy devotion, I think he would have been a happy servant to the parents. It would have relieved my burden considerably. Yet I do not know if Akasha would have permitted it. Up until that time, I had only ever shared Akasha with Pandora, and I knew this to be Akasha’s will because it was Akasha who brought Pandora to us.
Though I can not say for certain, I believe that Akasha never approved of Armand and me being together.
Still, I like to think that the two of us could have cared for her. I know that Armand would have loved her as much as I did. He would have come to understand her importance and beauty, and he would not have questioned my decision to keep her enshrined in secret, away from other immortals. Armand had always been obstinate and proud, but he had always deferred to my judgement on important matters.
Armand would not have become embittered by pain and loss. He would have known no physical pain besides that which he desired. He would have never experienced the trauma of losing everything and everyone he loved, and so he would never have developed the coldness of heart that was his only way to defend against the intensity of his pain. He would certainly have never come to favour cruelty and sadism.
He would have been sweet and brilliant, wise and beautiful. He would have been decadent and surreal. Too beautiful to be real, enchanting everyone who had the fortune to lay eyes on him. They would wonder later and perhaps forever if he had been a figment of their imagination. There would be no hunger or despair, only a confident, brave, wise immortal who could own the world, but chose instead to fill it with beauty.