[These soft, gentle touches... although he has memories of receiving them, he knows he never has. Those weren't his memories. But they feel familiar all the same, and as he feels his vision beginning to freeze over, he can't help but keep his eyes trained on Itto.]
Yeah... we will. We'll meet again, and... fight again... someday.
[Though perhaps not on the same side, as much as he wishes things could be different. Perhaps if he had come to this world first, then maybe...]
[He gasps again as the ice reaches past his chest. The hand held so gently in Itto's grows cold and brittle, and his face quickly loses what little color remained. His vision grows dark, and as he speaks, he realizes he can't even hear his own voice anymore.]
Ahh... Lumine... if only I had... just a little more... time--
[The word hardly has the chance to pass his lips before he abruptly shatters, just as the ice phantoms did when struck by Itto's blade. All that remains is a small flurry of snowflakes, that twinkle in the dim light as they fall around Itto's kneeling form.]
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Yeah... we will. We'll meet again, and... fight again... someday.
[Though perhaps not on the same side, as much as he wishes things could be different. Perhaps if he had come to this world first, then maybe...]
[He gasps again as the ice reaches past his chest. The hand held so gently in Itto's grows cold and brittle, and his face quickly loses what little color remained. His vision grows dark, and as he speaks, he realizes he can't even hear his own voice anymore.]
Ahh... Lumine... if only I had... just a little more... time--
[The word hardly has the chance to pass his lips before he abruptly shatters, just as the ice phantoms did when struck by Itto's blade. All that remains is a small flurry of snowflakes, that twinkle in the dim light as they fall around Itto's kneeling form.]