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Now that everything has been settled, it is not two proxies that stand here. Only a lonely black stone, and a confused geist.

But you managed to win in the end.

Victory by half a point is still victory. You gave up everything, but were able to win a distant, yet concrete future.

So don't go back. Do not let guilt rob you of the joy of reunion. Do not let exhaustion take away your right to be human, the right you bought with everything we had.

Even if the mortal realm is dull, even if your body and soul are worn to the bone, even if all banquets must come to an end, even if you no longer find meaning in living...

There are still people waiting for you.

Not just one person. Many.

The stone looks at the geist, stunned, then looks about the room.

But there is nobody else there.

Was that her?

Was that It?

Or was that... myself?

The stone does not know. The stone does not know.

The creation, overwhelmed by the flood of memories, slowly sinks into slumber. As for the small, black stone, he quietly lies by her side.

The shroud of night falls. The creation has not yet awakened. Only then does the little weiqi stone roll towards the window, and through a hole to let fresh air in, he drops down, away from the top of the Sky Mirror Pavilion.

He is still as difficult as ever. Even though he is determined to sacrifice no more stones, he still allows the churning river of fate to push him onwards...

Until the time it pushes him towards a reunion with those waiting for him.