The battlefield was silent now… only smoke and dim neon reflections on broken stone.Null sat alone on a fallen pillar, his hands trembling. His mind was still fractured from the "blank page" moment inside Aizeno's palace — a feeling like someone erased half his past.
Nemica found him quietly.
She didn't speak at first.She just sat beside him, knees touching his.The air warmed instantly.
Nemica:"Null… look at me."
He didn't.He couldn't.
He felt like if he met her eyes, everything would break.
Nemica:"You keep trying to hold the whole world with your bare hands.But who holds you, huh?"
Null exhaled shakily.
His voice cracked:"I don't even know who I was for those missing seconds…What if I lose myself again?"
Nemica moved closer, gently placing her forehead against his.
Nemica:"Then I'll find you.Every time.In every world.In every version."
Her fingers slid around his wrist — pulse to pulse — grounding him.
Null whispered:"…You're not afraid of me?"
Nemica: (soft smile)"I'm afraid for you.Not of you."
He finally looked at her.
Her red-amber eyes reflected something he forgot he still had —hope.
And then she leaned in, slowly, giving him time to pull away.He didn't.
Their lips met — not wild, not rushed —Just deep, steady, healing.
A promise.
A moment stolen from the chaos.
When they pulled apart, Nemica rested her head on his chest.
Nemica:"Stay with me for tonight…Not as a weapon.Not as a leader.Just… Null."
And Null finally closed his eyes — the storm inside him quieting for the first time.