Disclaimer: I do not own Xenosaga.
Note: Lover and equal in a single breath.
Eternity is but a circle. Its contents never dwindle, nor do they spill over the brim.
Eternity utilizes the perfect middle ground, the epitome of moderation.
Everything, then, is significant in their own role, their own context.
But did you know this, my Salome?
I have related this concept to you before, when our lives seemed to stretch out into the heavens. When I swore suffering was far more real than the joy you offered. Remember? We had taken upon ourselves the course of the future and saved a dying universe.
It was that narcissism which destroyed us both. You dared to claim an empty memory while I your heart, and as such, we missed what was most precious. Most sublime.
Now we walk our different paths, Salome, our feet on grounds unfamiliar. We are different from what we once were. We will continue to change, to advance. The world heads toward the uncertain brink, where a god may rise to die so that mankind may accept the end.
The straight. The narrow. The death of eternity. An accumulation of all things we swore to deter now lies as dust beneath us.
Perhaps in the far distant future you will recall the eternal circle and reminisce on days repeated, only once passed. Then perhaps you will regret the choice you made and seek to escape the death waiting at the conclusion of time.
Perhaps then, only then, you will think back upon me and remember.
You were always.
Eternally.
My Lou Salome.