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He can feel her. He can feel her.
After feeling that empty spot inside him for 100 years, never growing accustomed to it, even when he didn't know what he was missing — whom he was missing.
He can feel her.
She is right there.
Not physically, of course, there's still so much standing between them. Still, that bond between a god and their champion holds fast.
He need only reach out, and she will feel him. He can speak, and she will hear him.
He will hear her voice again.
Wren's knees hit the ground, and he cries with relief.
He can't feel her. He can't feel her.
He knows that empty spot only too well, he fixed it only 10 years ago, after all. Reopened it by leaving. But now he's back, so it shouldn't be empty anymore.
He can't feel her.
She is not there.
No matter where she is, there should be no barrier between them now. Still, that bond between a god and their champion is broken.
He reaches out, and he doesn't feel her. He speaks, and she doesn't hear.
He will never hear her voice again.
Guile's knees hit the ground, and he screams.
