“Not you too,” he was whispering brokenly, and she couldn’t tell him about that, either, that it wasn’t his fault, that it wasn’t a maelstrom of destruction he created as he believed, but rather the swath of truth he burned into the earth everywhere he went. Pointless lies like her just burned to ash in his path, but not before he’d redeemed them, their souls, and made it all all right. She was going to be all right." Wow. So glad she felt this way at the end. And how awful is it to think NO ONE will shed a tear when you die. Very nicely done.