[ At his moan, the hand that held him close to her raises to gently stroke his hair once more. The other remains at his wrist in an attempt to keep healing the wound caused by the pressing metal. She is certain most would say it is all for naught -- most of the Scions included. Yet, she will not have it said she abandoned her love when he needed her most. Even if.... even if they fail to save him? She will be there the entire time, even to when his soul returns to the aetheric sea. ]

How can I not have an inkling of them? It was he who first wished to use what the Ascians taught him to fulfill his own goals. It was he who did not let any stand in his way, whether the be Scion, Temple Knight, Ascian, or even his own son.

Had he cared for the state you were in? He would not have let them take you to the Vault. He would not be forcing you to press so hard that you draw blood.

[ She gently leans her head against his and continues to brush her fingers through his hair. While she hopes above all hope that they will save him? A part of her knows this may be the last time she might make such a motion. It causes the invisible dagger in her heart to sink just a hair deeper and her eyes to shut tightly to avoid any tears from forming. ]