She was left there, sitting in the chair, alone, dejected, and fighting tears she knew she would never allow to fall. He'd taken off again, left without so much as a notice, but he did give her a hint, at least she had partially known it was coming. It was so.....like him after all.

"Maybe if I am not here to distract you, it will be easier."

He was never a distraction, he should have realized that. Had her focus ever wavered on the battlefield, in the classroom, at the meetings? No, it had not, and yet, and yet he still had the gaul, the gaul to up and leave, with that being his final excuse.

The pressure behind her eyes was excruciating. Damn him, but there never was anybody else....