[ They are MollyandYasha. She's part of his soul in so many ways. They found eachother in the circus, they spent most of their time together when she wasn't out with the storm. "Where are Molly and Yasha" was more common than asking for them in singular. (Unless he was in trouble.)

Gods, this hurts. He's a hypocrite and a liar to his best girl. ]

You always find me. You even found me here, in some weird time pocket or a broken land that shouldn't exist. That should prove well to find me if there's a next life.

[ Molly reaches out and touches her cheek gently. His hand is shaking, even if he tries to play it off as nothing. ]

I was never really a main character in my own story, love. It was short, but I have no regrets other than leaving you alone.