The silver sword in her hand sparkled faintly, inconspicuously, almost as if it had no meaning in this world. And yet, when she thrust it into the ground with a fluid motion, the ground shook beneath her feet. A sharp whiff of lavender permeated the air. Then, with an almost languid determination, she straightened up. The sky above her was not a sky, but a luminous nothingness that bathed her face in iridescent light. He stood before her - her counterpart. The moment didn't feel new. It was as if she had lived through this moment a hundred times before, in dreams, in premonitions.
"So be it, but know that I will never forget you."