We live to make the impossible possible!

He really does trust you, you know. And you’re going to betray him.

one word prompts ↳ goodbye: my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

   The rosette watched through the gated windows, patiently abiding until the silverette drifted off to slumber, afore her own pallid shutters closed; allowing her mind to drift into nothingness, where she could connect to his. Before long, familiar sensations began to flood their way into her consciousness as she stepped into his dream; their two minds becoming one. 

   She observed from afar for a moment, as the silverette sat perched on an overhanging road; blue and white trees decorating their ambience–the whitewoods just as she–or in this case, he–remembered. Without the pressing threat of being tracked by PSYCOM, or the consistent danger of feral beasts, the Gapra Whitewoods were a breathtaking sight to behold, and something to be enjoyed. At least somewhere within both their hardships, beauty and solace could still be savored. Yet of all the places his mind could wander, why here?

   I think I’m doing the right thing, his voice called out–to her, it was unclear–as armoured boots clapped against the pavement with every step she took towards him, closing the distance between them. It were as if he were waiting for her–expecting her, almost. But how do I know if you’re not here?

   The valkyrie’s gander drifted from the scenery to rest on his frame, sorrow swirling in her azure hue, hearkening the doubt in his question. 

   I want to make the world better, so something like the purge never happens again…I want to make a difference. The determination in his words, overshadowed his doubt, but the soldier knew he lacked valor. Hope had come so far in their time together–even during their time in the whitewoods. Albeit, he still had a ways to go. 

   Before she could speak, to offer comfort and advice, Hope’s voice broke their silence. I want to find you, Light.

   Grief, audible in his speech, cast a heavy weight to fall on her shoulders. I’ll always protect you, that is what she had said. I’ll never leave you. Did he know, that despite being worlds apart, she still watched over him–protecting him where she could. Did he trust that she would always watch the rear, like she had vowed to do, back when they first met, right here? If only she could make him understand. Yet, despite residing in a timeless realm, time always seemed to be running out. 

   An appendage outstretched to rest upon his shoulder, whilst Lightning closed the remaining distance between them, sensing that her time with him were nearing its end. Pallid digits combed silver locks away, exposing skin, as champagne brims pressed themselves against his forehead, ever so gently. A barely audible gasp were hearkened at the sense of her touch, yet Hope didn’t protest this kiss. Anguish began to rise within her heart, as she knew little she could say or do would remedy her lack of presence in his life. It were up to him now to find hope. To find his valor.

   “You’re doing the right thing, Hope.” She breathed softly, breaking her lips connection to his skin as she rose to her feet. “You’re on the right path.”

   It were unclear if he would ever realise she were still alive, in another realm, or if he would ever have the means to find her. But shaping the future? She had no doubt that he was more than capable of achieving such greatness.

   As the dream began to fade, and their consciousness began to split as she returned to Valhalla, one last reply was able to be heard, afore they parted completely; It’s not a question of can or can’t.

Wowzers! This one was a beast to translate.