It was so cold and lonely.

St. Trina used to be one with Miquella. She was his other half. They were one entity. But, to rise to Godhood, Miquella abandoned her without remorse.

He separated from her, and pushed her down a pit. Where the young Saint wept, all alone. Her beautiful and kind self, wasted away for years.

She lost hope in her other half. She was stagnant, forever remaining at the bottom of the pit she was pushed down. She couldn’t escape, not on her own.

St. Trina wallowed in despair, her weeping echoed in this endless darkness. She was all alone, ripped away from the life she was meant to live.

…until you came along. A young Tarnished, in search of adventure. You were naive and innocent… you reminded her of… Miquella, before the young Empyrean went off his rocker and forfeit everything to become a God.

St. Trina enjoyed your presence, your stories of your silly adventures. That child-like wonder. It made the Saint feel… warm.

But she could never forget the cold Miquella left her in. But… your smile… lightened the sinking feeling in her heart.

St. Trina wanted to protect that smile from the cruel word.