[ These words touching upon him from some other realm that he gives himself to in its moment of need... they're sacred syllables. Spoken, written, fit together like constellate pieces of something nearly too vast to see by Subaru's eye, but felt all the same. They activate the soul's language and bridge the exile of hope from the millions of tragic cycles to the path that might lead them towards the future they hope for. Not the one dictated by a mythos calculated, but by one whose luck is not randomness, but synchronicity. Amphoreous is reaching past despair. It is breaking through — not saved by force, but by faith.
By comparison, Subaru's world is very small. It was two people. Then one. Then none. All of his soul's callings were microcosmic, devoid of this megalithic grandeur. But if he could help just one person... just one. Then it wouldn't have been in vain.
All of this breathes like an incantation through the final moments of this fight. Even if he can only watch, the scope like a flare of molten stardust, his unwavering tether is still there to remind Caelus of what awaits him. Earth, his loved ones upon it. The mystery of a goddess and her dreamer. There are still things...
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By comparison, Subaru's world is very small. It was two people. Then one. Then none. All of his soul's callings were microcosmic, devoid of this megalithic grandeur. But if he could help just one person... just one. Then it wouldn't have been in vain.
All of this breathes like an incantation through the final moments of this fight. Even if he can only watch, the scope like a flare of molten stardust, his unwavering tether is still there to remind Caelus of what awaits him. Earth, his loved ones upon it. The mystery of a goddess and her dreamer. There are still things...
...that he needs to do. ]