Her eyes remained calm, there had been no smile on her face, but rather a distant and sorrowful look. "You've claimed to be devoid of emotion, Kunikuzushi," she paused, meeting her gaze with Scaramouche's, "but your heart continues to bleed for those you've lost."
Scaramouche was weightless, lying motionless in an empty void. He lost the battle between him and the traveler, the cords snapping as he reached for the Gnosis in desperation, shouting helplessly before he fell, falling mercilessly to the ground beneath him.
Perhaps it was time for things to finally change.