(The dead soldier has dog-tags that read "Nilos," and a shiny <font color='#660000'>gold ring</font> engraved with the phrase "from your loving Glorine.")<BR><BR>(There's a Glorine stationed in the Relic Hunter Outpost.) That's the ring I gave Nilos...a year ago, to the day.<BR><BR>It's almost funny. Ours was a wartime romance. At first, you feel like it could be snatched away at any moment, but then you feel like it'll never end because "we've already survived so much."<BR><BR>There's nothing too big that it can't be dreamed...or undreamed, is there?