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Pneuma would never touch the Catalyst Scimitar, surely. It's too...wet, for Pneuma, isn't it?

Too sloppy. Too indistinct. Never mind that it represents all the refinement Nia feels she's never truly had, in one.

Pneuma would never hold Nia like that. What life could the bloomin' Lifesage possibly give to the Aegis whose very breath ignited with the frost of the future?

But if that were to be it, Nia to become a knick-knack that Pneuma might arise again, blessed with fleshly crystal, then Nia would see it so.

Her life in Pneuma's chest. Her sword in Pneuma's hands.