They were like some hopeful couple, standing upon a beachfront and watching a glorious sunrise.

Except the sun was already halfway above them, and the land it bathed with its light was a horrendous scene.

She felt his hand take hold of her own, felt his closeness. He was an oppressive creature, with his desires and intentions. And yet she still held firm. She let out a long breath, looking from him to the wreckage of Dauntless. His tool. Much as she had been his tool.

This scene now, with so much tumult roiling beneath the surface.

"We could have been the best, you know," she finally breathed out.

Her gaze was sent outwards, to the end result of so many years of his hard work.