Of course, he knew he was going to kill her in the end.
Just….the end wasn't yet.
He told himself that every day before he went to see her. He sharpened his Banyru, he yelled farewell to his companions, and then he laboriously walked all the way to the far away field filled with flowers. Just so he could kill her.
Which didn't happen.
She was always there, never once did she miss it. Even when she went back to her time she always made sure to come back for a short visit to her field of flowers.
To their field of flowers.
She sat there, calmly waiting for him, sometimes humming or sing softly, sometimes reading those strange books. Sometimes just staring outward with that far off look in her eyes that made him want to hold her.
She never once questioned why he was there. She just sat there, playing with his hair, talking to him. She never once judged him by what he does or who he was.
Sometimes they stayed until the only light was the moon shining down. Naming the stars together, wondering what was fate and who was god.
And always at the end he looked at his Banyru for the answer to his question: Would today be the end?
But his Banyru never answered him; he was left to ponder this alone. And his answer was always no.
She never once thought he would try to kill her, think about killing her. Want to kill her.
Until the day he didn't come to their field of flowers one day. And the next day. And the next month.
Until the day he came to the field of flowers with his Banyru ready, finally answering his question.
Yes, today was the end.