She felt it like a blade.
An echo, not of pain—but of loss.
Something inside her unraveled. Not from battle. From doubt.
She sat by the river where she once rewrote Tenma. And whispered:
"Am I making things better… or just louder?"
Phantom sat beside her.
"You're allowed to question."
Mirror sat on her other side.
"You're allowed to rest."
Thessaly arrived last. Didn't say a word. Just held her.
Liss cried. Then breathed.
Then stood.
"The world doesn't need me perfect.
Just present."
And she returned to the House. Where the world waited.