A/N: Finality seems to be something that escapes any feelings between her and Valtor, making the agony they cause each other endless.

All the times they had met on the battlefield had had her terrified that it would be the last one, the final time she saw his face. Even their last kiss or last embrace hadn't left her so paralyzed with fear. Maybe because she'd known what they'd been, for she'd planned her escape. But the uncertainty of every battle left her shaken with the question when one of them would die, putting an end to the messy affair between them. And that was the last thing she'd wanted. For she'd never wanted to leave him in the first place.

The final time she'd seen him, which had only become clear in retrospect, had hurt with the fact that she knew it wasn't final. They were both still alive. He was trapped in the ice but he was alive. And it couldn't end like that. A story like theirs could never end like that. She knew in her heart that he'd be back. The final time she saw him couldn't be in her memories or dreams.

Seventeen years and it still hurt to see him. The pain hadn't changed just like he was exactly the same as she remembered him. Full of rage and out to get her. She couldn't escape from his wrath even if she wanted to. She'd left him once and he wouldn't let her do it again. And as she lost consciousness from his attack, she knew that wasn't the last time she'd see his face, for he wouldn't kill her.

"My face will be the final thing you'll ever see."

The words rang in her head long after she'd been freed from her cell and he was dead. He hadn't been wrong. She still saw his face. And that would be the case until the very end. Their story had been interrupted before it could reach its final form and it would never leave her alone. It was never finished, and he might have taken his final breath, but her love for him hadn't perished yet. And no end was in sight until then.