Dorian telling Dariax he’s going to watch him play after giving him the lute. Smiling, then going stony-faced when Dariax turns away. Turning invisible, and leaving him behind, still strumming on that lute.
Dariax, finding a little joy in playing the lute after watching his friend die. Watching his friends leave. It’s going to be okay, because he still has Dorian. He still has—
But Dorian’s gone.













