The white dust scattered in the wind like the stars in the night sky in Roth's eyes. Even if he never showed any kind of proper expressions of sadness before, his heart ached too much. He never thought that he would be kissing her, holding her… loving her for the last time on that cruise. If only he knew, he wouldn't have left.
Maybe… maybe, by then, she would still be alive.
"You told me to leave it be if Sinclair executes you… but you knew that I can't stop something that won't happen anymore. I can't stop the past from happening, either… so I can only take revenge and kill what got you harmed in the first place." Roth balled the fists that were left open. "The primal dragons will pay for this. August Serpent North, if you're not yet dead… you better do so yourself.
"You won't like it if I find you."