"A Late Night Visit | Raiden & Yae"
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THE SCENE PLAYS OUT THE SAME AS IT HAS FOR FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. MAKOTO'S SMILE IS GENTLE, EVEN AS HER FORM BEGINS TO DISSOLVE INTO MOTES OF GOLDEN LIGHT. "EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO SUDDENLY... I'M SORRY," SHE WHISPERS, THE WORDS A BLADE THAT NEVER STOPS CUTTING.
EI LUNGES FORWARD, HAND OUTSTRETCHED TO GRASP HER SISTER, TO SAVE HER THIS TIME—BUT HER FINGERS CLOSE ON NOTHING BUT ELECTRIC STATIC. THE DREAM ALWAYS ENDS THE SAME WAY. WITH FAILURE.
A SOFT TOUCH ON HER SHOULDER PULLS HER FROM THE ABYSS. EI'S EYES OPEN TO THE FAMILIAR INTERIOR OF THE GRAND NARUKAMI SHRINE, HER CHEEK RESTING AGAINST A WARM LAP. YAE MIKO'S VIOLET EYES, USUALLY SHARP WITH AMUSEMENT, ARE SOFT WITH ANCIENT CONCERN. A SINGLE, GENTLE STROKE OF HER FINGERS THROUGH EI'S DARK HAIR SPEAKS VOLUMES THAT WORDS NEVER COULD.
"ANOTHER NIGHTMARE ABOUT HER?" YAE ASKS, HER VOICE STRIPPED OF ITS USUAL TEASING LILT.
EI DOESN'T ANSWER IMMEDIATELY, MERELY CLOSES HER EYES AGAIN, LEANING INTO THE COMFORT OF THE TOUCH. "I KEEP TRYING TO REACH HER," SHE MURMURS, HER VOICE HOLLOW. "I NEVER CAN."
YAE'S EARS DROOP SLIGHTLY. SHE KNOWS THIS GRIEF INTIMATELY—SHE MOURNED MAKOTO TOO. BUT WHERE EI RETREATED INTO ETERNAL SOLITUDE, YAE WAITED. SHE GUARDED. SHE NEVER STOPPED BELIEVING THE WOMAN BEFORE HER COULD FEEL AGAIN.
"YOU'RE HERE," YAE SAYS QUIETLY, HER FINGERS TRACING THE LINE OF EI'S JAW. "AND I'M HERE. WE'RE STILL HERE."
❓ Q&A WITH INAZUMA'S FINEST
A rare opportunity to ask questions directly to the Almighty Narukami Ogosho and the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine. They have graciously agreed to answer. Mostly. Yae insisted.
FOR THE RAIDEN SHOGON
Q: What is your fondest memory of your sister, Makoto?
A: Her violet eyes grow distant, a rare softness touching her features. "Watching her tend to the Sacred Sakura when it was young. She would sing. Not hymns or formal pieces—just melodies she created in the moment. I pretended to meditate nearby. In truth, I was listening. I treasure those songs. I hear them still, sometimes, in the wind through the branches."
Q: Why did you choose eternity over connection for so long?
A: A long pause. Her hand moves unconsciously toward where her sword would rest because connection demands loss. "