The onslaught of words manifested a cold he was intimately familiar with. He found himself drowning in the frigidness as he listened to the razor words cut the encasing of his soul. The chill penetrated under his skin, rotting the muscles and frosting his veins. He swallowed, an unconscious effort to warm the steadfast rime. He parted his lips, a moment to assuage his partner, when the dreadful truth sliced at his soul -- romanticized. Oh, the cold felt like a dear acquaintance... when had he felt this chill before?
A vision of blue crystal cauterized his vision, in the final moments, saw Tsuru before him, defeated from anguish. She looked the same now, yet rage simmering undertow.
Her violent whiplash of vengeful words muted to irritation. She pulled away from him, sitting at the other end of the bed. How did she become so far? The memory of eons stretched between them, and only a powerful spell would hither her forward. Yet, magic and spells had no power here-- he became powerless as much as she did. G'raha reached out, his lips parting to respond. His voice rang in his head, do not forget, Tsuru, all that you are, all those you love, will fade into the abyss and you will no longer be the same, you would not be you and I love you, I love you Tsuru.
Yet, the words failed to free from his voice. His hand retreated to his crystallized soul.
The bed shifted as G'raha stood from the mattress. He stared at the open door where he could escape the misery, the truth of his folly, and alas breathe. Yet, he turned away from the door, moved to his partner's side and kneeled before her. He embraced her hands, looking up at her with tears in his eyes. Pain wrought deep in his heart, shattering any semblance of his former self; like a shattered mirror, he sat before her broken. Yet, his resolute to be at her side refused him leave. He lowered his head to her lap, cold tears poured down his cheeks and upon her cold knuckles.
"I'm sorry," he whimpered, a plead for forgiveness was all he could muster. He hurt her in ways he never desired. He shattered her violently with his reverence, ne'er once considering that she found the praise grotesque. He betrayed her in the sickest way imaginable, and all he could muster was an apology in his betrayal.
He saw his crystalized form in his mindseye and finally understood-- he never left the First, and his soul never reformed.