The Disciple had been in love with the Signless. Love was the only word for it, it was something unseen for centuries. She believed everything he said, and knew in her heart all of his beliefs were right. Most people didn't, but she knew it, it was true. The Disciple was always there for him, ever since they first met, and she knew there was something utterly different about him. He had a sweet and gentle soul, unlike the other trolls in the galaxy, almost as if he was a completely different race altogether. She was still grieving from when he died, murdered by his own people for having beliefs, the worst moment of her life. It felt as if someone had ripped out her heart and stomped it into a million pieces. She still remembers the day as if it were yesterday.
They came and took him, and chained him up, the shackles in the shape of two circles and a line, burning white hot. He was bleeding, the candy red blood she had grown to love, more than any other colour she knew of. When she got to where he was chained up, and saw the anguish on his face before he died, it utterly destroyed her inside. She ran to him, and held him once more, her lips going to his for one last embrace, green tears rolling down her face. The Disciple didn't even try to stop them. She took his leggings, to be a reminder of him forevermore, so she would never forget him. Her heart felt as if it were no longer there, replaced by an empty void of nothing as she fell to her knees, crying so much.
Her keen senses however alerted her to a presence behind her and she turned, her eyes filled with such a grief and sadness, it almost seemed as if that was all she was made of. She managed to see The Executioner watching her, his bow raised, but then she noticed something in his face change, and she took the moment to abscond from the scene, her eyes still filled with tears, her heart still missing, the only keepsake, The Signless, or The Sufferer as he would become known as, and went back to her cave, and spent the next sweeps filled with grief, and recording everything onto the walls, so someone might find them.
And The Disciple went on with her life, never forgetting her love, trying hard not to remember either, lest the horrible grief overcome her once more, as she recorded the teachings. In her life, she never had one thought that wasn't about the Sufferer after he died, and finally, The Disciple died as well, hopefully to be reunited with her love once more, in the world after death.