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In the gloomy hollow of the Weaver's cathedral, stood To'rac. A black shape against the eerie twilight of this aberrant space. Yui saw him, but could not outright believe her eyes. It had been too long, the years had squeezed all hope out of her heart. She stepped lightly towards him, gazing, bewildered.
She opened her mouth, but no sound would come out of it. Some of her thoughts were rabid, there was a tumultuous vying within her. She swallowed, her mind scrambling for coherence. There were words of hate, and words of love; words of hurt, words of longing. Too many - and the first few to make it out would guide the rest; like the wildebeest driving the stampede, or the tiny pebbles that finally set the landslide in motion. At least she felt as though something like that was about to happen: All those words, clawing for the exit, tugging at each other, boiling beneath the crust of her being. She looked at him.
To'rac crouched in front of her - like he used to, a lifetime ago, so his eyes could meet hers at the same height. They rested on her. Yui had almost forgotten how it felt to stand next to To'rac. It felt like home. Across the chamber, the Sphinx licked her lips, entwined fingers pressing on her naked breast.
Yui took a nimble step forward, in the wake of which came the arc of her scythe. The motion was so inaccessibly subtle that the air itself about them took a full second to notice. When it did, the blast rocked their surroundings, lifting a fine layer of dust off the ground. This was the move that contained everything she'd ever learned, a technique honed through the decades. It was beauty and perfection. Her finest art.
A patch of hair around To'rac's neck disintegrated in a puff. A thin red line appeared, from where a crimson droplet slowly formed and rolled onto the floor. He touched the scratch, then looked at the blood on his hand. Yui stood there for a moment, panting, then dropped her scythe with a clang.
/commentary
In the end, there was nothing meaningful she could have said - although they do exchange a few words. Yui, as a character, is defined by her inability to resolve her grief. She is a tragic hero, and the inevitable antagonist down the road. She refuses To'rac's wisdom because she has no choice. She is fundamentally flawed with a superlative and childish form of love - absolute attachment.