[ Lightning. The guardian of Eros's temple. Yeul knows her though they have never met. Perhaps in another lifetime, another Yeul, but that hadn't been her.
Yeul doesn't have to see Lightning to know that she's there. It isn't her sight that gives her this sense but familiarity; Caius often stood silently behind her like a sentinel, waiting and watching. Her gaze never falters, transfixed by the stars that shine above them. She likes the night sky. It looks as if Chaos has covered the world and yet single points of light shine through. Lightning, Claire, is one of those lights.]
I am. [Her voice is soft and distant as if she's seeing more than the night sky that glimmered above them.] I've never thought I would.
III.
Yeul doesn't have to see Lightning to know that she's there. It isn't her sight that gives her this sense but familiarity; Caius often stood silently behind her like a sentinel, waiting and watching. Her gaze never falters, transfixed by the stars that shine above them. She likes the night sky. It looks as if Chaos has covered the world and yet single points of light shine through. Lightning, Claire, is one of those lights.]
I am. [Her voice is soft and distant as if she's seeing more than the night sky that glimmered above them.] I've never thought I would.