Valentine stared anticipatingly at him, expecting an answer from him.
Draven gazed thoughtfully at him for a few seconds before replying, "I do not know."
Valentine's eyes flickered slowly, and he looked away in heavy disappointment. "Why?"
"I don't know. I am clueless. I cannot understand how I will feel, therefore, I cannot tell what I may feel until it happens." Draven was sincere with his words.
"But you used to know." Valentine laughed softly. "You used to be aware. You cared for me then, and you'd always save me. But now…you don't even know. I was right after all, but, you know, I was in denial. I'm sure you wouldn't care even if I died."
Draven frowned at him. "I do not know what you mean, but I most certainly would not want to see you die. If I can save you, I will, and I always will. That has not changed."
