"But I can't tolerate it, and I won't allow it. After all it took to bring you back, you're going to calmly march to your death again."
She was heartbroken, almost choking on her sobs, tears welling endlessly in her reddened eyes.
Lynn hung his head. The shackles born from the deepest reaches of his will pierced him like ten thousand arrows through the heart.
"I knew it... you kept apologizing to me... Reincarnation warned me... told me to be careful of you, so I never dared trust you..."
"So this... was what you were after all along."
Painter gazed at his back from afar, her eyes full of desolation, but she had already made her decision.
"I've wronged you."
"And I can't make it up to you, but I don't care anymore. Even if I become a demon ghost, even if everyone hates me, I only want the person I love to come back. I've waited too long... I don't want to wait anymore..."
Those were the shackles that had pierced his fate.
She had kept that ring all along.
His rebirth had been her creation. Through the endless years after the Old Gods War, she had worked to create a perfect vessel, so that one day he could soar and follow this right path to its end.
She had poured immeasurable effort into it.
What she had planted in him was the thread within that ring that could alter fate. Reincarnation had once woven Violet from threads of fate, and she had bestowed the same upon that raven.
"Master."
The figure looked toward her, his eyes bloodshot with grief. It was the first time he had called her that in endless ages.
"I've let you down. I may never be able to repay you in this lifetime."
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