Fusing Slivers

A month passed.

Varian's eyes turned a bit more bleak and much more desperate.

Ariel prepared to console him when he gave up.

A year went by.

Varian's eyes were dark, so was his expression. 

He looked like a machine that was programmed to hit an unbreakable wall until eternity. The wall was unbreakable so it's only a matter of time before the machine broke.

Ariel was no longer composed. She tried to talk to him but as if his ears stopped working, he stopped listening. And he also stopped opening his mouth to speak.

The angel began to wonder if he could even see her.

Watching him try again and again, Ariel began to fear for his sanity.

Four more years passed by.

Varian was always in a near-death state after every attempt. But whenever he recovered, he went back at it. 

There was no improvement in his state, no increase in his strength, no confidence in his eyes.