"My bad." Faluel raised her hands in apology. "If forgot that exes are exes for a reason. Still, you have to do something with your legacy."
"I know." Ajatar stared at the horizon, waiting for dawn. "Damn, I have a lifespan of three thousand years, and I'm just over three hundred. I always assumed I had more time. Time for kids, an heir, and a long, exciting life of research ahead of me.
"Instead, I'm forced to stare death in the face with no heir or anyone who truly cares about me." Faluel swallowed hard when she realized that she was in the same situation.
"Feela is dead. Lots of our friends are dead." Ajatar continued, unaware or uncaring of his friend's worries. "And if we don't stop the Dead King, many more will die until even our younglings and those who haven't reached the violet will have to fight.
