Noah stared at the woman he loved stab herself through the heart and the emotions that were dulling due to effects of his seal breaking all came rushing back.
He didn't feel the pain of his body being broken, the pressure of his soul being crushed nor the pain caused by her stab, but the sight of her bleeding with a smile on her face as recited a spell in ancient language sent Noah into despair.
"Why"
He wasn't asking her why she stabbed him, but why she was sacrificing herself. He had been taught the ancient language and the basics of magic circles and a quick glance gave him an indication of what she was about to do.
It hurt him even more that he could only watch but stop her as his body no longer listened to his command, it was already breaking apart like fragments of glass. Like dust and solid scraps falling off a sculpture after being battered by the hands of time.