... It felt like yesterday when it marked one year of your relationship with a xeno, a Necron phareon...

"Soul of mine..." That was what she called you... How much you made her feel alive, just like the days of the Necrontyr...

... You never know the value of a single moment, until it becomes a memory... She used to cling to your shoulders. You were of flesh and blood, and despite how inferior you were to her... You were precious.

She remembers the day you begged for her to leave, so she could be safe. She didn't leave you behind.

"... Soul of mine, remain still, when this is all over, I shall put you back together again... But for now, your battle has ended..." She remembered promising...

"Hearken my words, o' soul of mine... Their blood will soak these lands, and mark the birth of our Dynasty..." She promises, as her gear, and armor materialize...

"Their graves, our foundations... Their screams, our choir..."

... All this time.

... All this time I could have spent listening to your music.

... Time we could have spent comparing our philosphies.

... The time we could have shared each other's embrace.

... The time could have wasted arguing insensible matters.

All this blood I spill is light compared to the weight of the life you have shared with me. After this is done, I will serenade you once more... Soul of Mine. -- Bahiti

After her spree, she returned to you, holding your face... Tears dropped from her eyes as Chaos spread through the city.

... She knows a million ways to kill, but not a single method about saving her beloved.

"S-Soul of mine... Please... Hold on a little longer... I will find you aid, I will fix you...!" She cried...

She held your hand to her cheek, letting the stain of blood mark her face...

"... You promised you'll take me to a world I've never seen before... We were going to create more music together!... You promised me all of this..." She let her tears run against your cheek...

"... You promised... Y-You... Fool..."

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