Warren paced on the blackened soil of the Dragon Pit. This place that held so many memories would soon hold another. One more painful and facetious than he dared imagined. By now he knew that his beloved had received his letter, a request to meet him here. A place that she knew through him. The dragon to his left snarled feeling his impatience and startling him out of his flashback. Unlike that previous meeting this one would not be as pleasant.

He hadn't seen Karly since the fateful day and his sister had made it perfectly clear that this is how it would be. His life, or better phrased after life, had made him selfish, true, but the danger he was putting his soul in was far to great. Today, mainly due to his sister, he was saying goodbye to the only thing that had ever made him happy. He was breaking up with her, though the word was not strong enough for what the severing of their relationship would be. He loved her truly and deeply, she had revived him from his state of death and lest she be killed as well he would have to leave her.

He hadn't told Dante yet knowing that her pleasure at the situation would only have put him more ill at ease. Running his hand through his hair he retreated from the dragon, who by every passing moment began to understand and hate the situation even more. He said nothing, communication was not an option and his blue eyes could do nothing but stare in regret and remorse.

There was unease in the pit but he knew that she would be safe here. They would protect her from anything that could harm her after he left her side. He would hide in the shadows from then on close but at a distance. He knew that for him it would be torture to see her and hear her but not be there. Still any more distance was more than he could handle and any less put her in danger. The dragons turned feeling the presence of another joining the pit. He should greet her but his heart kept him in the shadows a moment longer. He wanted to watch her savor her image knowing it would be a while before he could lay eyes on her again.

The words that he had rehearsed danced through his head as he waited. They mocked him and his pain their cruelty only stabbing more deeply at his heart. They were words that his sister, and even he, had uttered at a moments notice when one human clung to desperately to them. Never would they be more facetious than at the moment they left his lips and entered her ears and yet this was the only time they mattered. This was the only time he needed them to be seen as the truth.

He closed his eyes making one last futile attempt to find another solution that would keep them both together and safe. They remained closed as the footsteps approached the enclosure. It was time to face the music. Time enough to say what needed to be said.

Without looking toward her he spoke from the shadows. "I'm glad you came." he uttered. Let the lying begin.