As he neared death, the person he most wanted to see was actually Zoe Smith.
This he found somewhat amusing.
He slowly stood up from the couch and walked over to Zelda Swallow's sickbed, looking down at this frail old man with a slight bow of the head.
The man who once was unyielding and ruthless now could only lie in his sickbed and plead with Treton; Treton found it quite interesting, and he even laughed aloud.
"Why do you want to see her, is that woman really that great?" He asked with a faint smile, though a dark, surging coldness swirled in his eyes, the smile not reaching his eyes, giving his expression a somewhat sinister look, "You never gave her a proper status in your life, and now you want her to come to see you. Do you think she will come?"
"Treton, let me see her..." Zelda Swallow's face, partially covered by an oxygen mask, showed uneasy breathing, "Let me see her... "
