She looked down at his grave for the first and last time, a lone tear rolling off the tip of her nose and splattering on the bleak stone below. Others soon followed from where the first had come, cascading down her cheeks... her lips... her chin... but she did not care.
All she did now was remember, and dwell on the past and what could not come.
A whole year had passed since he freed the Eldernai from the Vault of Souls.
A whole year had passed since he struck Galbatorix down, saving his dragon but not himself.
A whole year had passed since he lay there on the marble floor in a pool of blood, Zar'roc plunged deep into his heart.
A whole year had passed since Saphira made this diamond tomb in a miracle, draining almost all her immense energy in an attempt to pass into the void.
Why... why did everybody have to die? She asked herself, cradling her face in her palms.
It was because of the Varden... because of you.
The Human Queen stood up quickly and walked away, determined to eliminate such thoughts from her mind. Wiping her face dry of tears, she tiltled her head up to the sky, bathing her dark skin in warmth. She had other things to do, meetings to attend, responsibilities to take.
Do not dwell on the past... it is gone and done with. Ajihad's voice told her from miles away.
Nasuada.