(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

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Deionarra floated silently at those words, and when she spoke her voice was
soft. Perhaps even frightened, "What are you speaking of?"
"When I brought you to this Fortress in my previous incarnation, it was my
intention that you die here. I needed someone to remain behind so that
they would serve as a link to this place. I knew because you loved me so
much, that your love would stave off death and allow you to become a
spirit. And that is why you suffer now."
Deionarra's face was a mask as I spoke.
"He lied to you, Deionarra. He used you as a tool... intended for you to be
his eyes on this plane."
I'd faced hordes of undead, slavering demons from the lowest planes, faced
a dark legend who had mastered the shadows and a corrupt deva who had
drawn a pact of betrayal. Yet turning my face up, looking her in the eye, was
my most difficult struggle yet.
"I am sorry, Deionarra."
He gown rippled as she floated towards me, raising a hand to my lips. I felt
only a chill at her incorporeal touch. Her voice was desperate, pleading. "Do
you love me? If you say yes, my Love, then nothing that has happened
matters."
It was a long time before I could answer, "Though I did not know you at first,
your suffering has become mine. I have found that I will do what I can to
help you. But I can't love you... I can't love anyone knowing where I'll go."
Women have always walked our path with us - whether Deionarra or Ravel
or any other woman, and they have suffered, and it was always their
CHOICE.
The words were sharp and bitter in my mind. "I wish I could have known
you. I wish I could've made you happy. But after this I will free you from this
prison, as I promised your father, and you will go to your rightful place of
rest, and I will go to mine."
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