[As Soul Eater devoured the youma, Lute was held speechless. All the things he had seen and witnessed, in his life and the life as Bass' puppet, he had never seen anything quite like it. But, he was sure this was all that would come, and as the figure faded away his assumptions were confirmed.
When the quiet came, as it usually did from such matters, he slowly let lose the spell he had been crafting. Letting it slowly dissolve into the air around them. Perhaps there should be a moment of silence for the departed, not the youma, but for Tir.
In the end he didn't know what to say, he just watched the spot where Heaven Fang had fallen. Someone should keep it for when it's owner returned.]
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When the quiet came, as it usually did from such matters, he slowly let lose the spell he had been crafting. Letting it slowly dissolve into the air around them. Perhaps there should be a moment of silence for the departed, not the youma, but for Tir.
In the end he didn't know what to say, he just watched the spot where Heaven Fang had fallen. Someone should keep it for when it's owner returned.]