Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
It’s a bittersweet moment. She stands on the fringes, watching those she loves, her support physically distant but tangible. Listens as Noah’s speech is delivered with pride and a certainty in her chest that paves the way for the results that come. She doesn’t know if she will stay. If she will be here to see the ways he builds Halo up into the kingdom it deserves to be. She feels so very far away.
But when the time comes and the bodies begin to mingle, the Valkyrie approaches the Sentinel, incapable as of yet or letting her mind touch his while still in human form. Reaches to hold his hand - brief but with a gentle squeeze - as they had somehow accidentally formed into a tradition. “Congratulations,” she murmurs, heartfelt, for only his ears to hear.
And then she melts back away into the fringes.
