Two fragments of void given shape and purpose, both of them made for the same purpose, and now...

The Vessel, shuddering, cracking and oozing, kneels, laying down its nail.

They say the void feels nothing, thinks nothing, but as a flicker of light grows to a spectral blade in its little sibling's hand, something like trust passes between them.
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