[ a black sleeve settles over their two hands. it's Catarina, figure completely obscured by her oversized cloak, save for that single strand of auburn hair dangling from her hood.
[well their hands are still touching, but he can also feel the shift in the air and that is enough to distract him from the brief name spook. he looks up at where Catarina used to be, then back to Felt like ????]
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Don't be. She's eternal now, free from the shackles of flesh and blood.
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the air around their hands grows colder. ]
See? Eternal.
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he had a feeling, after all this. but it's nice (?) to also have confirmation. he keeps his hand there]
... I see.
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I do.
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Detachment wasn't entirely incorrect. I'd call it more of a severing, however.
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Do you want to be severed, Barachiel?
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Besides, I want to keep you too much.
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[his breath catches for a moment]
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she's not looking at him, though, instead staring at the (too warm, too empty, too normal) space beside them.
Catarina's gone. ]
What...?
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That shouldn't... it shouldn't be possible...
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What happened?
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