I've got a lot more installments for this coming, and half an idea of where its going. This story will be secondary to The Will to Live, even though I've got more of this finished. Please review!
As I watched my master fade away, he showed an expression that I had never seen him wear before. It may have been regret.
As he said "Farewell," I felt for some reason as though it were not directed at me, but rather solely at Integra. I imagine I should have been more certain than I was since we were telepathically connected. One can only wonder.
As his form finally disappeared, all of his multitudinous eyes closed, I did not feel his presence disappear; it merely changed, now dimmer and unfocused.
And as I left that place, carrying the woman I knew I was now dedicated to, I felt that perhaps I had interpreted his words and sentiments correctly. He knew, somehow, someway, that he would never see Integra again, the woman that had depended on him for a large part of her life, the woman that he called "master." And also, somehow, that he would see me again.