She saw the bullet, saw it hit her husband, and couldn't move. Saw him fall, and continue to laugh, but still she could not move. She heard Christopher speaking, but didn't register the words.
She fell to her knees, tears blurring her vision. After so long of ignoring him, now she wept for his sake. Yes, she could love him. Love him so much...
Even while she had been here, he had never harmed her. Others, sure, but never a hand upon her. That meant something, if only to her.
Memories flooded her mind, memories of Virgil before this silent war had begun. When he had first made love to her, so long ago. He had been so young, so care-free. Then the shy, anxious look when he had proposed to her. Finally, that last blissful, peaceful moment when he held Rayla, and that look of raw love written all over his features.
She slowly crawled to him, gazing down at him. She wasn't sure if he still loved her like he used to, but she didn't care.
Eventually, she leaned over his dieing body, plased a last kiss on his bloody lips. His blood stained her own mouth scarlet, furrowing down her chin in bloody trails.
"I would have gone with you to the very end. You are my god," She was already eating her words. How little a thing to make her turn back...
"When even the light was not there for me, you were. I'm so sorry..." He was her soulmate - her other half. She knew she would never feel contentment again. Not even in death - she did not have the liberty of death. Because her soul would be passed on, she could not continue to whatever the afterlife held. She needed a healer, but knew she wouldn't find one. Not in this chaos.
"Forever love," She whispered in a choked voice, standing up.
Wynfor had emotionally died. Nothing would stop her now. Never again. Certainly not suppressors.
Even when she stood at her full height, her body continued to rise, her arms outstretched. Her eyes had turned completely white, much like the Empath's. She got about ten feet in the air before she stopped, her feet flat as if she stood on a solid surface, instead of air. She was reaching into new parts of her gift, where contact was no longer needed - or wanted. Her mind reached for any other consciousness and pulled. Within twenty seconds, twelve guards were dead.
Not insane, not yet, but close. She wanted all of them to feel as she did, wanted them to pay for what she had reduced Virgil to. Trivial thoughts of Christopher and Claudia had vanished, replaced by fury and anguish.
Truly, all she wanted now was death. No more fighting... She didn't want to fight any more.
Forever love meant something only to her. Instead of that, she wanted literally nothing. Trade that forever love in for no pain, no emotion, no thoughts.
He was gone. Nothing was ever going to fix that, when they should have had eternity to spend together.
