Reminisced League of Nine, part 9 (after battle)

It's a beautiful yet poignant story, isn't it?

If all the stories in the world were happy ones, the skies might not have needed stars anymore.

In solitude and darkness are stars born.

You loved my stories for the same reason.

……

I'll tell you tales of more worlds.

So cry for me. In my stead, and in everyone else's.