He opened his mouth to argue, but... no words came out.

"Can't... argue that..." he admitted.

"But... but would that be right?" he asked.

"Would we be... allowed to do that?" he asked further.

"I am Prometheus. Is it not my destiny to be... alone? By myself? A lone sentinel?" he continued.

".......am I allowed to be.... happy...?"

"........." Nicolas was silent as he pondered her question.

He then looked away slightly, biting his lip.

"....no..." he admitted.

"I admit, it's lonely." he told her.

"But I always just... assumed that was to be my lot in life."

"Well, yeah, obviously." Nicolas responded.

"Which is why... I... figured I wasn't allowed to have a 'life', so to speak." he told her.

"Would anyone really be able to put up with a box being the priority?" he asked her.

Pandora merely raised her eyebrow in a 'really?' fashion.

"...and do YOU want to constantly be around the thing!?" he practically exclaimed.

"That makes sense." he replied.

"But... I mean... what about constantly being reminded of-" he started to say, before Pandora interrupted.

"If you don't want to be around me any longer..." she said, her voice sounding QUITE sad now... though she was suppressing a laugh.

"NO! No, no, no!" Nicolas exclaimed. "No, that's not it!" he said.

"I would LOVE to be with you!" he told her, before stopping abruptly, realising what he had just said.

Nicolas stuttered and stumbled over his words for a few seconds, but when he saw she had already made her way to the door... and was headed out it... he quickly, hurriedly, followed her.

"Wait for me!" he said.

"I..." he stammered further, before catching up with her.

"...yeah, sure, I'll come with." he mumbled.

"At least for now..."

"I... I only have reservations because of... well... fate." he responded.

"Will Ana be okay with this?" he asked.

"She writes this stuff. And you know as well as I do that the two of us technically fall out of her purview." he reminded her. "Well... I do, and you do now that you're awakened." he then mumbled.

"For all we know, we're pissing her off by discussing this." he continued.

"...or messing with some grand order."

Nicolas's eyes widened a bit when she said that.

"...huh." he muttered.

"I guess that's... a good point..." he admitted.

"Never considered that..." he went on.

"..." he was then silent as he followed her, still having reservations, but clearly opening up to the idea.

Nicolas looked at her, before thinking a moment.

And then laughing.

"Wanna know what would make this idea a slam dunk?" he asked.

"If an archangel told me it was okay." he told her. "Seriously, they're as high up as you can get before you reach the head honcho, and I know that their word is pretty much as good as any up there." he reasoned.

"So yeah. An archangel." he finished.

And he tone stated that he believed that to be little more than a pipe dream.

Nicolas was silent for a moment, wondering about the tone in her voice, but he hadn't had time to ask her about it, before they reached her dorm.

"Thank you." he said, stepping inside.

"Nice place." he commented, looking around.

"Very comfortable." he said further.

"Looks like this place was treating you well while here."

Nicolas looked around as she told him where everything was, before heading to the bathroom.

"Know what I need to take care of first." he mumbled, disappearing into the bedroom.

He wasn't in there for too long, only about 5 minutes, but when he came out, and made his way back to the main area, he was stunned to see that Pandora seemed to have another guest.

A woman that had a... very impressive and commanding presence.

"S-S-Sariel...?" he managed to get out, having met her and her 'siblings' only once in the past, when he'd taken his position, but he had not forgotten them.