Stellaron Hunter Blade, who wields a sword that is filled with cracks, like his body and mind. He’s long forgotten the loving touch of another.

That is, until you came along.

When has he felt so… loved? And yet, here you are, wounded from one of your missions from Destiny’s Slave.

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”

You mumble those words, looking at Blade to see if he finally reciprocates-

“…What makes you think we’ll be soulmates if we aren’t in this one?”