It was hard to lose someone. It always felt wrong, and each new loss sent her reeling. She would retreat deep within, remembering those who lived only in memory and taking comfort in those eternal.

Kain was different. He was lost, and he came back; she took that for granted, even though she should have seen clearer. She, at least, should have seen the dark tendrils of control that Golbez wielded over the man’s soul.

And it was different, as he was out there, somewhere... but it still hurt. And she found herself wishing that he would come back again.