"My love..." Her voice was soft, calm, soothing, yet full of such yearning. She had has time to become use to the fact of her own demise. A series of unfortunate events was what it was in the end. Like a puzzle, one piece after the other had fallen in to place, until the picture had been completed. By that time, it had been too late.

And she was there, rising, wrapping her arms around him. "Ani. It's okay. It's okay."