"Let me guess, Lysandra?"
"Precisely. He's in pain too, but I don't see him sulking around!"
Magnus flinched at the truth in her sharp words. Indeed, Jonas was dealing with everything much better than Magnus. But he couldn't help to not be furious at her evident trap.
"Well, Jonas is not me. And he isn't constantly reminded of his lost love every second of the day! Might I remind you that she vanished into thin air? Oh! Sorry! I forgot. You were there when your old friend Kyan murdered her!"
He had to look away from Lucia's piercing glare. Yes. He knew that he was a as being extremely insensitive and that he was a mess. A person completely structured from twisting combination of flesh and blood, constantly inflicting sins of pain to his heart and soul. But Magnus wasn't too sure that he wanted to stop at all.
He worried that if he didn't constantly think of Cleo, her image would slip away from the remanence of his mind faster than sand slipping through a man's open fingers. Indeed, her exact features have became foggier every single day. And the thought to allow it to go without a proper fight felt worse what Kurtis Cirillo did to him 2 years ago. Yet...Lucia was right in a way. Irrelevant.
Why should she care at all?
It still hurts him to the day that they weren't nearly as close as they once were. However, with Cleo's ability to see through the invisible masks he put on...well, he doesn't want anyone else to possess that same ability with a trait so precious and value able to him.
With this thought, instead of attempting to push Lucia out of the room, Magnus walked out himself to head to his son's chambers.
Lucia didn't stop him.
It was...nonetheless, an excruciatingly painful night for Magnus. Not only having to acknowledge the celebrations for Luka's birthday the next day, but also living with the fact that most Myticans do not care enough to show memorial to their good queen.