How many years had he surrounded himself in darkness. It had been centuries of watching her. She burdened his every thought. He knew none of those mindless copies were the true Yuno, but he couldn't help but long for them. He shut his eyes, trying to ignore the dull ache in his chest.
Murmur snapped him out of his daydreaming.
"Yuki-Kami!" She whined, "I need new comics, you haven't replaced them in forever!" She groaned, poking him repeatedly. "Just re-read them." He said absently, staring into the blackness of space. Murmur gave him a stubborn glare, before looking him over. "If you want her back so badly, go see her." Yuki froze, staring at her. "What...?" "You heard what I said," she replied, "there's hundreds of worlds, so pick a Gasai!" "It isn't that simple, Murmur..." Yuki thought it over, staring intently at the small window to the world. It was the fifth world, so it was the fifth Yuno. He couldn't just...
"Fine."