[Sorey can't help it. He looks at Mikleo, searches his eyes to make sure that what he's saying is true. The brunet listens to it all, lets it sink in, and then lets go of his pen. He then holds onto one of the seraph's hands, trying not to squeeze too tightly. Now that Sorey isn't holding onto something so tightly, Mikleo can probably feel the tremor in it.]

...It's silly, but while that's a relief to hear, I... that's not what I'm afraid of.

[Mikleo's his best friend, though, right? So he can trust him with his fears and not make fun of him for them... right...?

Or, hell, maybe the seraph might have the same fear. Sorey swallows, and lowers his voice. He doesn't want to be overheard. It's silly, it's irrational, it's... it's horrifying.]

I'm afraid... god, saying it aloud just makes it sound so much sillier, but I... I'm scared that I'll fall asleep and, when I wake up, hundreds of years will have past me by.