How does one end a life?
Would a man who became a hero really be considered dead? Could he? With so many people talking about him, so many stories being told about one person, could he really be dead?
How does one remember a dead friend?
Martin briefly entertained the idea that these thoughts should be comforting.
They weren't.
How does one grieve?
No Martin thought scratching that out of his journal. Not the right question.
Is there a right way to grieve?
If there was he couldn't find one. Maybe he was just stuck. Too afraid of what he would forget if he let the memory of his friend dull.
A light knock at the door and a muffled voice, "Emperor Septim it is time for the banquet."
Ahh yes the banquet. He would be expected to choose a wife from one of the noble's daughters.
Martin smiled briefly at the thought of how his friend would react to such a thing. The Hero would have been at his side throughout the whole thing.
Martin sighed and went to his door. Leaving the last question in his journal unanswered.
Why did fate declare one of them had to die?