Lydia watched the Necromancer run across the rooftops with a small twinge of regret in her mind. Clearly, it was time for him to leave and for him to leave her behind, but she couldn't help but feel a little… sad. The feeling shocked her, especially since she had already proven to herself that she wasn't in love with him.
'To think that I became friends with a Necromancer.' She thought with a small smile as she pulled her nightgown over her head in her room. She then stopped and realized exactly what she had thought and it struck her that there was no malice in the way she had thought of the word 'Necromancer'. "I guess all things have to change sometimes…" She said allowed to the ceiling as she laid down and pulled the blanket over herself. "But… I guess I'm on my own…"
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"What do you mean that you refuse?"
