Their time together, it seemed, consisted only of simple words.
The first time they met, there was no end to her grief.
"Today," she had said. Saturn nodded gravely and did what she must.
The second time they met, there was no end to her fear.
"Never," she had said. Saturn knew her lie, and smiled.
The third time they met, there was no end to her joy.
"Hello," she had said. Saturn giggled and squeezed her nose.
The last time they met, there was finally an end.
"Goodbye," she had said. Saturn kissed her forehead, and raised her glaive.