Eleven raised a hand to cradle the back of her head. He inhaled deeply.

"..Yes." He sniffed and prayed that somehow, the will he poured into crafting her that leaf would somehow lead her to him in the next life.

He shuddered with her assurance. There were countless lives already lost when Yggdrasil fell, more in the months of darkness that followed. The cycle of rebirth was broken, just as it was in this world. But if there was any way to restore Her- even if it cost him his life, it would be worth it.

"When I do," he said quietly, voice low. "I will ask for Her favor in this."