[an archon... he hasn't heard of that term before, from anyone in venti's world. diluc only told him that venti is a bard, and the man himself has confirmed that many times.

does it matter? no, of course not.]

You're here, that's all that matters to me.

When we're alive again, I'll look for you on the beach... And I wont let you go then, either. [he leans in to kiss venti's tears away, or attempt to. he manages to get one or two, but his neck no longer supports his head, and he's rapidly losing the back of his scalp anyway. he can barely breathe, as if a weight is on his chest and is steadily getting heavier.

all he can do in the end is tuck what's left of him against venti, close his eyes, and feel content.

except the end is not as he envisioned. dimly, he hears a door open, and a gust of wind rushes over their bodies. suddenly, nehan can breathe again, can feel again, and he opens his eyes, gasping for air.]