How could he not see? The pain, the anger, the sadness… All maintained in the illusion of health. He couldn't blame himself for being blind to the man's emotions… could he? No, he hid them very well.

So well.

In fact it would have been impossible to find anything that needed fixing in the knight. Then again, Lia could. That soul, the great and mighty woman, infesting D'eon like a disease.

Robin hated her.

Because she didn't save Durand.

If he could count the times he avoided the aforementioned woman, the numbers would be great.

Truth is, Robin didn't help Durand either.

He let him slip through his own ignorant fingers.

Into death.

But even when Durand was on the brink of ruin, he fought with all he had. He knew what was right, but the descent of that creature swallowed Durand into blackness. Robin knew; he had felt the same.

Robin's bitterness was engulfed by sadness. His reliance was gone. He had to make it on his own. With nothing now but his brooding thoughts for company, how was he going to live?

The expectations Tellagory, Lia and D'eon have of him, warily pass through time with every tear shed. Robin's tattered mind was trying to grasp the reality, but his heart wasn't ready.

Nothing seemed real anymore.

Nothing seemed fun.

Nor happy.

It was just dark and lonely…

The coffin was like a rope around his heart, choking Robin back into tears, but he'd be damned if he'd cry in front of Lia again. The hand that was reaching him, only pulled the rope tighter. So he ran.

Away from the trouble, away from the deception, the pain and the knight, who lay on his back, in a brown pine box. His reality dawned on him as he cried under the pure white moon. Robin is… and now, always will be…

…without Durand.