"Oh, little witch, you have aged perfectly," Darius said tenderly, his fingers gently clasping Fantine's weathered hands.
Fantine met his gaze with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with familiarity. "And you haven't aged a day, old friend," she replied, a hint of nostalgia coloring her voice. "How about Enzo? What is he up to lately?"
A shadow passed over Darius's features, his brow furrowing in sorrow. "Little one, Enzo has left us," he said gravely, his voice tinged with regret. "He got tired of living. I couldn't stop him."
Fantine's expression softened with sadness. "Ah, that's a shame," she murmured, a wistful tone lacing her words. "He was the funny one."
