She sits on the sun-dappled hillside, morosely pulling petals from the daisies gathered in her lap. The white petals remind her of his armor, a thought that makes her angrily crumple a handful of petals and fling them into the breeze.

"I couldn't just kill Anders," she mutters. "It wasn't right. I thought he would understand."

She hears the footfalls behind her, but refuses to turn. There's a sigh, then a low, mournful brogue, singing a goodbye.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy;
Naething could resist Delancy;
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.

Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met, or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare thee well, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee well, thou best and dearest!
Thine be every joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

He waits until she stumbles to her feet and into his arms, then gently kisses the corner of her mouth and leaves her standing there, the tears on her cheeks glinting in the setting sun.