Comrades:: 自分's dead comrades empower him
Support:: Spirits of his loved ones form a pillar
This Pillar....: Forms the foundation for his Sword Art
Reflection:: 自分 lived a painful, yet still full life
Reflection:: & it reflects in his bright [Sword Art]
At the end of the narrative
Of all narratives
Stood a man in white
The world was abyssal black, yet one color—white—radiated from him
He spoke thus:
"Sword Art is a Funnel"
"Depending on what you put in it, it can become art, death, or hope"
"And I chose to put my entire life into it"
Intent came in many colors
&
When they all converge—they turn white
"[Transcending White Slash]"