(A/N: Inspired by the line 'Life is Inevitable and Death Goes On'.)
He'd lost count of the number of years, before he'd found Lloyd again. The number of years since he'd lost them both, and the number of years since Mithos changed and Yggdrasill erupted, and the number of years since he could remember where and when he was born, and the number of years since he'd been human. The odd thing about time was that it stretched out to either side of his present, a vast infinity winking out of sight in either direction; he did not know the future, and he could not remember the past.
But Lloyd, Lloyd Lloyd Lloyd was a finite moment, a set period of time, a firm, real seventeen-year-old boy that he had fathered. Lloyd was a reality and yet a surreality that had changed his world and then changed it again, and Lloyd was part of the lives (and deaths) he left behind.
The line of time stretched on.