[ Shuyi tweaks a smile, a sad one to match Lucina's, as she clasps the two stone pieces together to fit like puzzle pieces. Separate but whole. ]

We have elders we call the Garhla and they tell us that each person is made of dust from many, many stars we have never even glimpsed. But when one of those stars ignite and die, so do a little part of us, even if we do not know it. That is because these dust [ Because she knows nothing of atoms or quantum entanglement or spukhafte Fernwirkung ] are entangled.

[ She steps closer and reaches out an empty hand toward Lucina, as if setting it over her heart. Her smile is brighter this time. ]

Just like how we are now entangled. Because we have met, when I die a part of you will know.