Maybe things in the world don't have to be so persistent, with so many obsessions and entanglements.
What is yours will always be yours, and what is not yours cannot be forced upon you.
Old feelings are revealed and conspiracies surge. Even if we are committed to each other, it is difficult to reconcile our feelings.
So in this life, who ended the mortal world for whom, and who was worried about whom?
Who is suffering from the sword wind, who is drinking the old hatred, who is promising the countryside, and who is looking at the end of the world?
When the past fades away, can he still hold her hand?