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The silence exuded from the girl is met with a small smile, the goddess leaning forward to press Her ghost-lips against the other’s forehead. “Do not think too much about Death, dear —” gloved hands rest on Rock’s shoulders, giving them a supporting squeeze. “Think about Now or the many Tomorrows. Thinking about the End will cloud your mind.”
█{{✰}}██ “… okay…” Soft, monotone even if those azure orbs were less cold than usual towards present company. She’s tired, but would keep fighting as hard as she could no matter what happened. Her world is prone to death and destruction, so it’s nothing different for her to believe her end may come. Whatever the case, she’s thankful the Goddess at least was pushing her to keep going in some way; her suffering would end one day and maybe then there will be life to a dead world.