Just once, he wanted to hear it.
His name fall from her lips.
"L-lady." He gasped.
As he was falling to the ground, he knew he would never hear it. All he wanted was for Lady to say his name.
Why? Why could she not speak?
To hear her voice would be like a deaf man learning sound again, a war hero returning home after years away, a king finding his queen.
All he wanted was to hear his name for her lips.
She's leaning over him now, her expression dull but her eyes looked concerned, maybe even fearful.
He couldn't gasp her name again, couldn't find the strength to caress her lovely face. Just once more would have been nice.
Slowly, as though unsurely, Lady opened her mouth as though to say something.
Killer would never know, as darkness rushed upon him. He'd always wonder, but he'd always come to the same conclusion:
It must have been the trick of the light.