Leafe's heart hurt, and once more he wavered for just an instant. He would not answer Arcanjelo, merely give a sharp, nearly imperceptible nod. He placed his hands outward again, and portals appeared below the two paladins, portals that would take their battered forms back to Bass'ken lake, near the Holy Order. Their strength had faded, and he knew it. What matters was that these people had been here to see it, the event which would shake the stars of many worlds. A portal opened too, beneath Omega, until all that was left...
Was Luna.
Collapsed on the floor before him, her body wracked with physical and emotional torment. He knew she had seen, had looked directly into his eyes as it had happened. He walked to her slowly, not allowing himself to seem desperate or urgent. He kept a tight grip on Hel now, in his left hand. Using his right hand, he slowly pulled her up to face him once more. His eyes, while still cloudy from pain, mixed in with the fatigue of the final transformation, shone with adoration for her. He could not help it. He leaned in quickly, and kissed her. Deeply, there was no holding back under the light of this alien moon. Through this single kiss, he showed her all he felt, all that he longed for.
Before it was even done, he had already begun the portal which would take her home. He pushed her gently, lovenly into it, breaking the embrace as her form faded from Wonderland. She didn't know, no-one did. The Blood for the Remaking... The Blood of the Chosen. He knew, he felt it strongly now. She would likely keep missing him, and she would look forward to the day she would see him again, even if it was in the midst of a battle. However, Leafe could see this was not meant to be. He knew he would never see Luna again, and the next time she saw him, the life in his bright azure and metal eyes would be newly burned out.
"Farewell, my love." He whispered, and dropped to the floor, unconscious from the taxing ceremony.