The force field was a barrier separating them.
The Lion stood upon the platform, his emerald eyes gazing up into the face of what seemed to be death itself.
His wife. His Arlene, whom he had not seen for last ten thousand years.
Bitter regret pierced his heart as he recalled how things ended between them. The memories had come crashing down onto him like a tidal wave not long after his awakening, and the anger, regret, and sorrow were all he felt.
Arlene stared down at him. Her eyes, akin to coals on a hot fire, blinked slowly as she took him in. Her expression was a void of emptiness, giving away nothing to how she truly felt.
There were times Lion did not truly understand his wife, even with their union lasting long as it did.
His voice was a soft rumble.
She tilted her head, strands of silver hair falling across her eyes.
"Do you know me?" He asked, softly.
Arlene blinked again at the question. She brought a hand up to the barrier, pressing her palm up against it. As if she wanted to touch him, to feel his presence .
To know if he was real, or a simply a figment of her broken, twisted imagination.
The harsh creases of her eyes softened.
"...My Lion," she rasped out, and it was all he needed to hear.