“I don’t see why you’re so startled,” Niccolai said as he leaned against the door frame of Allidar’s office. The death knight had been staring out the window all day. And half the day before that. Ever since Linthael’s letter was found, he had accomplished absolutely nothing. Just staring. The doctor sighed and looked him over. His hands were clasped behind his waist, as they always did when he was lost in thought. Perhaps he wasn’t even listening to begin with. “You knew this wouldn’t last. You knew it was only a matter of time until she couldn’t stand you anymore.”
More silence. Niccolai combed his fingers through his wheat-blonde hair. “You and she were like ice and fire. You didn’t mix. One of you was bound to destroy the other.” He drummed his fingers on his arm. “I guess I should be grateful you weren’t the one to strike first. Though you certainly chipped away at her patience all you could.” He wasn’t sure why he bothered. The undead man wouldn’t listen. He never did, not unless Niccolai had some sort of fact he had need of. “Well. It’s all known to you already, anyway. I suppose I’ll be going.”
“...She didn’t have to leave,” Allidar murmured. Niccolai lifted a brow. “We could have... It didn’t have to be this way. I could have...”
“You could have what? Changed everything about yourself? Allidar, don’t lie to yourself.” He sighed. “You’ve improved a lot since we first met. I hoped your biting issue would have been fixed by now, but... Progress is progress, I suppose.” The doctor adjusted his ruby specs. “Allidar, be honest with yourself. If you had any intention of fixing this, you would have learned to open up and speak to her as if she was an equal to you. You know, like a person would. If you truly wanted this to work out, you would have put more work into it.”
“But I did, Niccolai.” He turned his head, his icy gaze cast over his shoulder. “I tried to accommodate her. I gave her what she wanted. I gave her Cirrus, I gave her Sorrowdusk, I gave her the freedom to seek from others what I could not give. I gave up my revenge...” He turned back to the window. “...Revenge is all I have, and I let it go for her. Hatred is all I can truly feel. Yet I stifled it for her. I haven’t felt as dead before as I do now.”
“Allidar,” Niccolai sighed, “I know. I know you tried. But it wasn’t enough. It’s time to let it go. She wants nothing to do with you. She fled this world--this timeline--just to get away from you. It’s over.”
“...It doesn’t have to be.”
Niccolai turned and opened the door. “That isn’t really your decision.” He glanced over his shoulder once before shaking his head. “...Goodnight, my lord.”








