Safrin shifted fully, leaning her head against Ronin's shoulder as she gently combed her fingers through the dark curls of Seren's lifeless hair. The goddess's expression was soft now—bereft of the earlier bitterness—and in its place, a quiet resolve mingled with profound sadness. "There is no ‘it’ you must do, Ronin," she murmured, her voice low and soothing as if whispering a secret meant only for the two of them. "There is no path you are bound to follow, no destiny you must complete." Her eyes, heavy with both grief and something indefinably wild, met his for a long, aching moment. "You can go and tear down another temple if you choose, to let your fury and your sorrow burn as fiercely as you did before."
A sad, tender smile flickered at the corners of her lips—a smile that spoke of memories long past and the very things that had first drawn her to him. "That was one of the reasons I loved you, my Dark Star," she said softly, her tone a blend of admiration and heartache. "Even in your grief, even in your destruction and violence, you were unyielding—true to something utterly wild and genuine within yourself."
A sad, tender smile flickered at the corners of her lips—a smile that spoke of memories long past and the very things that had first drawn her to him. "That was one of the reasons I loved you, my Dark Star," she said softly, her tone a blend of admiration and heartache. "Even in your grief, even in your destruction and violence, you were unyielding—true to something utterly wild and genuine within yourself."
