[ With her star held in the cage of his fingers, he reaches his other hand to her face and strokes the space under her eye — the whole of it, in this place, tracing the fine spread of her under eyelashes to the corner of it. He has never met her, with both of her eyes, but she is just as lovely without one, and he has never considered her lacking in anything for being half-sighted. After all, she has been lethal and powerful no matter the encumbering injury, and were she ever to have her eye back... would she not be even more incredible?

( In the pit of his stomach, he does his best to ignore the way he feels something hot-cold shiver down his spine and spread through his ribs. She had thrown herself at his feet, begged him for something he could have granted her simply because she was loyal and steadfast, but instead had withheld from her. Either because he had simply forgotten, or had determined that keeping her in the dark was — essential? necessary? for what end? To see her debase herself at his feet like this?

No, that cannot be it. Their relationship is that of a god and a warrior, not a god and a creature. ) ]

Kenos diminishes the power of a god, and makes even endless beings into ones with end.

[ He'd, personally, "died" after all. Dissipated, though at least it was with direction and purpose. ]

Because of your devotion, I have become more like myself once more. I have fulfilled an unspoken criteria with this world, and I am able to bestow upon you proof of our agreement — as a proper god should. My blessing, Hayame. You may name the shape it will take between us, and partake of my power for as long as we hold our vow between us.

[ Where better to finally grace her, than amidst the grandest war record ever kept? ]

You made this possible.