The girl with the cut arm flinched back suddenly, pulling away and Kirie understood.

She began to fade and he pulled out the blade, pulled back his sleeve, and slashed down.

Her eyes widened as she disappeared and he stood there for a minute more.

Blood dripped down his wrist and fell onto Zearth.

And she returned.

Eyes wide, she reached out again. This time, he did the same.

Their hands met and for a minute, they stood there.

Then, softly, she whispered, "We… have to die, don't we?"

He nodded.

She pulled away, "Can I... have your name?"


She gave him a sad smile, "Hana."

And then they left.

I know, I know. But I couldn't help but picture this when I saw her scars.