This world is wrong. The way the so-called gods manipulate us is beyond the pale. Though--it has good people. People who will miss you terribly. You must know that.

[and she hates crying] I shall! Please hurry.

[and she waits and worries a handkerchief in her hands. it's damp from tears.

when she hears his voice, she runs to the door, flinging it open, and immediately embraces him]