She is the empire's most elegant blade, using empathy as bait to manipulate people's hearts invisibly. He is the most dangerous traitor in the city-state. He is made of particles and is as mysterious as a ghost on the battlefield.
During an interstellar negotiation, Wen Ya's spiritual suggestion hit Caiden's memory fragments - she saw herself stabbing the dagger into his heart with her own hands.
Hijacking, truth, escape. The memory of the empire's purge was torn apart: they were lovers, and that knife was Wen Ya's salvation in cutting off his shackles. Fate played a cruel joke: the Imperial Neural Pulse Weapon locked their brains into a "pain symbiosis" cage. She bleeds, he is in severe pain; his particles reorganize, and her life passes. What's even more deadly is that her blood can alleviate his collapsed genes, and the extract from his spinal cord is her only formula to maintain the inhibitor of sanity.
Love is both an antidote and a poison; being close is comforting, and even more so.
On the high seas, she is the executor of the empire's wanted order, secretly paving the way for him to survive; in the private realm, he is the kidnapper who seizes the source of her survival, but destroys the equipment with his own hands at the last moment: "I want you to go to destruction soberly, just like I witnessed you forget me back then."
When the iron hoof of the empire crushes the starry sky of civilians, the altar made of lies is crumbling. Wen Ya tore up the badge in front of hundreds of millions of eyes and used her spirit as salary to ignite the flames that burned down the empire's lies; Kaiden transformed into a torrent of data and used particles as a shield to break open the firewall leading to the truth for her, but imprisoned himself in a virtual cage forever.
Revolution eventually becomes a prairie fire, and the price is eternal dislocation.
She rejected the scepter and built a place of salvation on the ruins; his remaining consciousness turned into stardust, condensed and formed every night, and dissipated in the morning light.
There is always a time of particle reorganization between them. And that love tempered in destruction is the sharpest and gentlest blade that pierces the dark universe.
Purpose: In a desperate situation where each other is an antidote and a poison, love is the courage to be sober and slow.