[ —It's when he looks himself deeply in the mirror that Ritsuka asks himself if he is doing it all correctly.
He stares at the mirror, expecting an answer to spew out of it.
But it cracks, and breaks the moment his hand applies pressure. ]
[ How many more years will it take for him to defeat it?
How much more will it take until he is back in his time, back home where are waiting?
How long will he have left until he faces the End again?
How much more will he lose? ]
[ "—Basically, your form with a sword is weak." She felt herself shrink the moment he said that.
"But—" With a simple flick of his wrist, the Judgement of Shamash flew to his right palm. "We can fix that, with experience."
He pointed the sword at her, "Come, Flamescion. Show me the strength you wield."
Kiana immediately brightened and settled to a battle stance. "Bring it on, Gramps!" She grinned.
The man's only visible reply was a smirk, before he . ]
Just small pieces of what is to come.