One look and all's almost said and done. As far as one is concerned at least. Because in the other one's heart, there's only pain and despair. Fear of the void that'll turn up soon. Fear of being unable to cope with it. There won't be anyone left to disappoint, besides himself. And that's what scares him the most, in the end. Accepting fate. Dealing with that crappy misdeal.

He looks at the amulet. The most ordinary object now holds everything which grew between them over the years. Resentment at first. Then resignation. Bond. Trust. Love.

Would it be enough?