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He falls out of her arms. She screams her voice hoarse as he fades into the force which presents itself as the nothingness from which she came. It is there, in that moment, half of her soul is torn from her body and instead leaves an absence of space, an incomplete puzzle. To have known it in its fullness—Vulnerability. Completeness. Warmth. Love—for only a moment, only for it to be wrenched away leaves her shattered in a way that she fears may never mend. The cruelty of it all plants seeds in her soul which will grow in the dark. No, she cannot mourn now, not as the sobriety of duty—of being “the hero”—sinks in. Yet, these seeds of darkness have taken root and will entangle the newly irregular pieces of her soul, flowering and acidifying as it matures. Until one day, the sun, Her Sun, returns from nothingness once again, filling its rightful place, scorching the poisonous roots which have grown.