i hear him say- but it 's like it 's from a great distance- like it 's happening out of my reach- and there are more footsteps behind me , footsteps i can hear as if there were no other sounds in the universe- 1017- off his battlemore , his noise reeling from his mistake- his noise wondering if it was a mistake after all- and i turn to face him- ( the sky ) she turns to face me- and though she has no voice , i see enough to step back- she rises to her feet- i step back again , dropping my weapon onto the snowy sand , only now realizing i still held it- `` you ! ''