A Need For Strength

Angel Khalkyd took Rena's hand, leading her towards her ascension. 

The young woman waved towards Tycon, a frantic fluttering of her ghostly arm. 

"T-take care, Zehr!!" She sobbed. "I'll miss you!!"

Tycondrius... held up his hand to acknowledge her. 

Watching Rena leave was... difficult. 

He wanted to complain-- to curse himself for his weakness. 

Those were concerns he chose not to confide in her. It would be a great disservice to her if he had. 

Rena has accepted her fate-- much like Tamaki had, before her. 

Her deity accepting her into the afterlife both behooved and befitted her. 

The floating Khalkyd slowed his ascent as he looked down. 

Meeting Tycon's gaze, he placed his opposite fist against his chest, "Fare thee well, Tyrael." 

...Tycon raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

"Do you... truly mean that, Khalkyd?"