They had made a great team, had worked so well together. No one could have expected them to do so well, to succeed. Hell even he had not expected to succeed. But they had done it, together. They were made for each other, the two of them, always side by side. They had always had each other's back. He couldn't count how many times she had saved his life in one way or another nor, if he was completely honest, he had saved hers. They had been opposite ends of a spectrum and yet they worked together, like a set of twin blades welded by a master. But no longer, they no longer worked together to overthrow evil in the land. No longer together to lift each other up when things seemed down. It was just him now, and he was alone. She was gone. Had been taken, had left, just different ways of saying he was alone. He no longer had anyone to share his burden, no one to anchor him here. He looked from the body of his beloved Saphira to Arya, standing proud and tall. So aloof from him. He looked back down to the headless body of Galbitorix and smiled sadly. "I understand now." He looked again at Arya and a single tear slid down his face. She would never reciprocate his love. There was nothing left for him here. Taking a deep breath he stood up straight."Goodbye my loves." And then Eragon kingkiller, shadeslayer and last of the riders, died.