To all the Eternal Souls
You are my hope
"Wherever you are⦠whoever you are... I'll find you."
He was lying. He was lying to himself. He was lying to any entity he believed it was hearing him.
He was trying to fool himself looking at the future right in front of his eyes. Desperate and wearying researches to be conducted at the end to a new Witness, risen from the ashes like a Phoenix, ready to loyally escort him in his war against the Seven Deadly Sins.
But whatever it would be her name, whatever it would be her face, it wasn't going to be the Lieutenant's.
It wouldn't have been her. Nobody would have been like her.
And Crane knew it. He started to realize it, while the landscape flew quickly outside the dark windows of an FBI SUV, and he was afraid of that.
He didn't care of what he was going to find in Washington, at least not today.
Today he only wanted to shout at the world that the true Witness, his partner, his better half, was laying under a tombstone that cannot be aware of what justice really is.
Just like fate, unbeatable, mocking and avid.
He, Ichabod Crane, already lost his fight. No matter how the battle would end.
"What is there for me in a world without you?"
Evil and demons, pain and death, that's what is waiting for him indeed. Heavy torments he had to carry on his own shoulders, cruelly knowing that he lost another reason that was truly worth fighting for.
He leaned his head on the backseat and closed his eyes. He was still dreaming of hearing her voice.
"Crane, never give up on hope."
He will not, that's a promise. Even thought she wouldn't be on his side anymore, giving the faith he needed.
He remembered her last glance, her head gently leaned on his shoulder, so close he could sense her breath.
"Abbie, I shall miss you."
"Do more than that."
He already was doing more, and he cursed himself for never being brave enough to admit it.
He loved her.
"We are Eternal Souls, Crane."
Only now he realized what this sentence really meant.
They will keep living in each other spirits. They belonged to each other, and he wouldn't allow them to split apart.
The two of them, together forevermore.
A brief smile slipped out of his lips, pleased but sorrowful. Sad, he could find himself satisfied of how he said goodbye to her, anyway.
They were no longer in XVIII century, but Ms. Abbie Mills still remains the only one who was worth a sincere and devoted curtsy.
