He had imagined so many ways to say goodbye to her, wondered what frame of mind he should face it with when that day finally came.
Perhaps he would suffer, break down, change his mind, or cry as she cursed him.
He had imagined so many things.
But he had never imagined that he would not even get to see her one last time.
"Lynn, I'm sorry. I didn't know this would happen. I should have stayed by her side. She woke up briefly... I received word on the front lines. The servants told me she was much better, that she even smiled at them. But less than half a day later..."
The Self-Binding Angel was already sobbing too hard to speak.
Because she knew just how much Dreamweaver meant to him.
Dreamweaver had saved his life twice. Even when he had given up all hope, he had met her again in the Divine Realm.
He had been waiting all this time for her to wake.
Even if the outcome had long been decided.
But... but...
"Why did this happen..."
She sobbed softly in grief.
But Lynn remained silent. He said nothing, only stood there for a long, long time, gazing at the bed that seemed to still hold the warmth of her body.
The whole room was silent as death.
Only the Primordial Source, surging with psionics, gave off a shimmering glow.
It was the last gift she had left him.
She had said she did not want to see him again.
Because she could not bear those partings between life and death.
She had said it was no big deal.
Because perhaps, far in the future, they would meet again.
But...
The door finally closed.
He was the only one left in the room.
He walked