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

Her eyes were downcast, and when she spoke there was nothing of that
naive young girl I'd known, nothing of that blind passion and fire. There was
only calm sobriety, and acceptance. "Then... this shall be the ending of
things between us, my Love. I have remained here for you - for no other
reason. I will help you one last time, then I shall travel beyond the Eternal
Boundary, as I was meant."
"I wish to rejoin my friends."
"As you wish," She stretched out her hand. "Touch my hand, and the walls of
this Fortress shall be walls no more."
I reached out. Where there once was a chill at her touch there was now only
comfort, like dipping into a warm pool. Sensation bled away, and she looked
to me with sad eyes, knowing this was the end.
"I... forgive you for what you have done. I shall wait for you in Death's halls,
my Love..."
And with those words, the world around me vanished.
~~~~~
Everyone knew the deep languor that Advocate Iannis had fallen into. He
had never truly recovered from the sudden, unexplained disappearance of
his daughter. For a month after he learned of her death he was inconsolable,
locking himself away in his home for days at a time.
No one in the Fraternity believed that he had recovered once he returned.
While he was a hard worker and a strict practitioner of the law, he soon
demanded more cases than most men could handle. Indeed, many believed
he would drown under the sea of paperwork he'd accepted. Yet they said
nothing, knowing he wanted to smother his sorrows with sweat and fill his
sleepless nights with toil.
A few of his friends noted that he had been traveling to the Civic Festhall
frequently as of late, and somehow had gained admittance to their private
sensoriums. How and for what reason they did not know, though many were
curious as to how the Sensates' own procedures were circumvented.
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