It seems like only yesterday I felt this way… when Marcus was torn away.  My brother, my partner, my dearest friend gone and that quickly.  It wasn’t that long ago, at all, that I relived those memories, swearing in my rage revenge over a year old but tonight… I felt it again.  That tearing.

My hunter.  Gone and gone so… quickly.  How?  Where?  Why?  Perhaps I’ll never know.  I will miss him, terribly.   May he find his peace in Her arms now, instead.

But now I know why I did not feel the same way when the Rogue died.  He did not.

He sounded the same as ever, too.  Carefree, entirely pleased and as roguish as ever he was.

It is good to know he lives, still.  Though right now I feel as if I could kill him myself for leaving like that, we both knew from the start that he would not stay forever.

I do wonder, though…

Did he miss me?