— What will it be. Archduke. —
Like a void echo… her broken sound selfishly started to repeat in his head. — ‘Fatædi…’
— If you don’t leave, then I will. —
‘… I’m sorry… I said I would… but I can’t leave your surroundings... at least that… or this pain will….. kill me…’
— Death… was all I wanted, Aslak… —
“No… please…” — Feeling this reverberating sorrow… Ewelina’s words pierced harder into his heart for her pain must be such a powerful one… that she sought an end to it.
“….. What’ve I done…”
With a croaking sigh, his anguish came out, thinking back to the wishes he came to give birth to while by her side that this agonizing sorrow would obfuscate so horribly… For an end was obvious to the ignorant man when a loved Ewelina refused his being. — ‘You can’t disappear... I… I..… the things I was to leave behind... You don't know yet...’