[Abyssian] I gave you everything. .. Power... Chaos... Purpose.... And yet… you falter. You waver. Explain yourself, Abyssaluna. Explain this... weakness. [Abyssaluna] I don’t know… I don’t understand. Her face—it lingers. It calls to me. A memory… or something more. I see her pain… and it feels like my own. [Abyssian] Your own? YOU HAVE... NO... OWN! You belong to me, to the chaos, to the void! That face you saw, that tether— It is nothing but a crack in your gift. [Abyssaluna] But it feels… real. Her sorrow… her eyes… A tether I can’t sever, no matter how I try. I should despise it, yet it holds me. It pulls at something buried, something deep… I can’t turn away. [Abyssian] Because you are weak. Because I underestimated the filth of love. Even chaos can be unraveled by it. But not for long. [Abyssaluna] Please… I will fix it. Train me again. Bind me tighter. Take it away, whatever it is… But don’t harm her. [Abyssian] Harm her? No… No harm will come to her. I will erase her. Remove her from existence, from memory, from you. [Abyssaluna] No, you can't! She’s… she’s mine. I don’t understand, but I can’t lose her. [Abyssian] You already have. This bond, this thread—it will be severed. You will be reforged. And I… will remind you of what you are. Your protests mean nothing. You are chaos. You are mine. This ends now.
