He just lay there. Motionless. All light snuffed out from his once glowing eyes. I never had the chance to tell him how I felt. He had died thinking we were friends; and that was all we would ever be. Rythian lay lifeless at the bottom of Blackrock crater. It wasn't the nuke that killed him, but- in a way,- me.

When the nuke went off it knocked me unconscious and destroyed my arm; I knew from the swirls of magic around my arm he had repaired it using his magic. I looked to my left and saw him lying there. Motionless.

Carefully, I untied his mask and pulled the material from his face. His left cheek was black and scaled, this effect covered his lips too. It faded just before it touched his right cheek. I slowly leant down, and kissed him. When I pulled away, I just lay my head on his chest and cried into the fabric of his mask. I clenched it as hard as I could, and there and then I vowed to keep it for as long as I lived. I sobbed all night. Never saying anything but his name. I have no idea how long I spent there before Teep dragged me away; much to my dismay. Time to start over. To prepare for a new life. A life without Rythian.