It was deemed for it one day to happen, no one was destined to live forever, not even the strongest ones.

Riven knew it so well, and yet she felt lucky and miserable many times, remembering the war. She should have died, and yet she was there, alive and filled with regret.

Her eyes locked on Irelia.

With such a fragile looking body, the Captain of the Guard was not resembling anything close to a warrior or murderer.

She was nothing like Riven.

The noxian exile lowered her body until she sat on the ground, right in front of Captain Lito.

The sadness in Irelia's eyes was saying one thing - She did not deserve such a thing.

Riven knew it, she didn't have to be reminded. Irelia should have never been hurt during the war. Her soul...

The exiled looked at the blood stained blades.

Irelia's soul should have never been split.

Neither should Riven's.

The red eyes of the white haired warrior moved from Irelia for a second, just to look at her own sword, which she threw onto the ground a few minutes ago.

It was decided and neither of them could prevent it from happening. But Riven did not expect such outcome. She did not expect the blades to turn their back at their owner.

Irelia was truly beautiful, Riven was captivated by it.

Even now, as she was sitting on the ground, with her back against the tree, Irelia was still beautiful.

Even with the blades, her own blades, inside her dying body, she was still beautiful.

The thought of it was scary.

Riven held her breath as she pulled out the first blade, trying to do it as painless as possible. She did not want to hurt her precious one, even if Irelia could not feel it anymore.

She ripped the piece of cloth she had around her arm and slowly started cleaning the blade.

Until the last drop of blood was wiped and the blade once again shined before her eyes, Riven wouldn't let it go.

And she took the pieces one by one. With each pull she made, her heart felt like sinking into the void even more.

"Break them." She heard and instantly looked at Irelia's face.

It was stupid, she could no longer speak, and yet Riven opened her mouth and answered.

"No, I will not do it." Every word was spoken calmly as she tried to say it without any sign of emotion.

"Please, Riven..." Irelia's voice echoed in warrior's ears. "Break them, free me from this, let me rest in peace..."

And she couldn't.

Riven simply couldn't make herself do that.

As her fingers moved on the surface of the last blade, Riven looked at her broken sword.

"The soul lingers in the blade… even if you break it, it still is there." Her voice seemed to break down. "As my sword can, so will yours. Even if I break it..."

She stopped and took a deep breath.

"Even if I break you, you won't be in peace, you will just be… broken. How can it make you happy...?" The tears slowly appeared in her eyes, although she tried her best to not let them fall.

Irelia's voice never answered.

"But I promise I will find a way."

With the last words, Riven put a blade close to her mouth, and placed a soft kiss on the surface, on her soul.

And before she could stop, her tears fell down, and as she couldn't break the blades, she herself broke down in tears, crying for the love she would never get back.