"So that's it." You said defeated as you looked into the eyes of the man you had loved and befriended over the past 20 years.
"What do you mean, she said she would do you no harm, isn't that enough?"
"Donavan, you can't seriously be going back to her?"
"Well what if I am?" He looked at you, like you had taken his favorite toy and destroyed it in front of him.
"She threw you out, you had nothing. You were practically begging me to take you in."
"Well I see now that was a mistake."
"So what, the kiss meant nothing, the sex, the dates, the promise of escape, all just lies you spun to get in my head?"
"They were all lies."
"And what about the eternity you promised me, I didn't..."
"The countess doesn't know about that, and it is best we keep it that way. She has a habit of not sharing and killing either the creation or the creator, if she must share."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I am sending you away for your own good because I love you, and don't want you dead."
"I love you too."
"Now go, I'll be in touch." And with that he kissed you one last time, before you fled out the doors of the Cortez.
