Barrow Fields death becomes you

He knew now that She could not be captured with a name. She had so many. Alya. Hydra. Lyra. Lucy. He was shocked and shaken by Her apology — it was enough to bring him to his knees, but he could not bear to give in to the weakness that coursed through the marrow of his bones. He stood firm. He did not wish to be disgraced before the eyes of his goddess, and straightened with a fierce set of his jaw, sulphureous eyes luminous with fanatic desire. He did not know that he knew Kaori, had known her in another lifetime. How could he, when everything he thought he knew was wrong? “Have I disappointed you?” the words cracked from his lips syllable by painful syllable, and his sides heaved as if breathing life into each one had cost him immeasurably. He remembered this time not to make accusations as to why She had never come back — She was immaculate and he was unworthy to make such demands.