A dying star, a collapsing black hole, ruptured galaxies and emptiness surrounding it; Sol took Ikaris to a dying universe and severed it from the rest of the collective sealing it inside of a dome of his own making and then extended his hand towards her.
"Is there a need for such measures?" She asked but took his hand nonetheless.
"Arla was the origin of your branch, severing it might cause a serious backlash," Sol stared at her, giving his honest opinion.
"But, it has to be done, right?" Ikaris stared at him smiling sadly in acceptance.
"That's right, leaving him there is too dangerous."
"I have never heard of a soul's clone coming to consciousness while the original was still alive," Ikaris sighed. "Even Sitri, with all her quirks and power, had to die before her clone awakened..."
