Farewell

[You are thirty-five, your health continues to deteriorate. Despite Furina's relentless care, the abyssal energy within you continues to erode your vitality. Each day is a battle, but you press on, motivated by your love for Furina and your duty to Fontaine.]

[You are forty-seven, and a few gray hairs have begun to show. You realize you are indeed growing old, though your spirit remains as strong as ever. Furina notices the changes, but she says nothing, choosing instead to focus on the moments you share together.]

[You are sixty, and while your face still holds the same youthful features, your hair has turned completely white. You worry constantly about what will happen to Furina after you are gone. Furina, too, has noticed the signs. She spends all her time with you, clinging to the hope that there must be a way to save you, yet deep down, she is in denial about your condition.]

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over Fontaine, Kyle and Furina sat together in the private garden that had become their sanctuary. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft sound of water gently lapping against the shore created a serene backdrop.

Furina held Kyle's hand tightly, her eyes filled with unspoken fears. "Kyle, there must be something more we can do. There has to be a way to stop this."

Kyle smiled softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "My Lady, we've tried everything. Sometimes, we must accept what we cannot change."

Tears welled up in Furina's eyes. "I can't accept it. I won't. You mean too much to me. I can't lose you, Kyle."

Kyle's heart ached at her words. He gently cupped her face, wiping away a tear that had escaped. "Furina, you've given me more love and happiness than I ever thought possible. Whatever happens, I want you to remember that."

She shook her head, her voice breaking. "No, I refuse to let this be the end. I will find a way, Kyle. I promise you that."

Kyle pulled her into a tender embrace, his voice a whisper in her ear. "And I will hold onto that hope with you, for as long as I can."

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Furina's determination never wavered, even as Kyle's strength continued to fade. She sought counsel from the wisest scholars, delved into ancient texts, and explored every possible avenue to save him.

One night, as they lay together beneath the stars, Kyle's voice was barely more than a whisper. "Furina, when I'm gone, you must promise me something."

She shook her head fiercely. "No, don't say that. You will not leave me."

"Promise me," he insisted gently, his eyes locking onto hers with a depth of emotion that took her breath away. "Promise me that you will continue to lead Fontaine with the same strength and grace that you always have. Promise me that you will live."

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded. "I promise, Kyle. I promise."

And so, in the twilight of his life, Kyle found peace in the love he shared with Furina. As the inevitable drew closer, they cherished each moment, finding solace in each other's presence and the enduring bond that had come to define their lives.

In the end, it was this bond, this love, that transcended time and circumstance, leaving an indelible mark on Fontaine and its people. And as Furina looked out over the waters of her beloved city, she knew that Kyle's legacy would live on, not just in the annals of history, but in the heart of every citizen of Fontaine who had been touched by their extraordinary story.

[You are seventy, you know your days are numbered. The corrosion of time has caught up with you.]

As the twilight bathed Fontaine in a gentle glow, Kyle lay beside Furina as they gazed at the stars. The garden, their sanctuary, seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words and the bittersweet anticipation of farewell.

"Furina," Kyle whispered, his voice barely audible. "My time is near. I need you to promise me something."

"Anything, Kyle," Furina replied, her voice choked with emotion. "Anything."

Kyle gestured weakly to the rapier, 'The Splendor of Tranquil Waters,' resting beside him. "This sword... it has always been a symbol of my duty to protect you and Fontaine. Now, I entrust it to you. Use it to protect yourself and our people."

Furina took the rapier, her hands trembling as she held the weapon that had been Kyle's for so many years. "I promise, Kyle. I will protect Fontaine with all my strength."

Kyle's eyes softened as he looked at her. "There's one more thing. When I'm gone, bury me under this very tree in our garden, the one where we spent so many evenings together. I want to rest there, close to you and the memories we made."

Furina nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I will, Kyle. I promise."

In those moments, Kyle and Furina clung to each other, their hearts bound by a love that transcended the inevitable parting.

[You are seventy-four, you pass away in your sleep.]

As the night grew darker, Kyle's breaths grew fainter until, with one final exhale, he slipped away peacefully.

The world seemed to stop as Furina held him close, her sobs breaking the silence of the night. The loss of Kyle was a wound that cut deeper than any she had ever known. The only solace she found was in fulfilling the promise she had made to him.

True to her word, Furina organized a small, private ceremony, burying Kyle beneath the tree in their garden. The spot became a sacred place, where she would often sit, feeling his presence and drawing strength from the love they had shared.

Despite the overwhelming grief, Furina continued to lead Fontaine with unwavering determination. The sword Kyle had entrusted to her became a symbol of her commitment to protect her people, just as he had done. And in the hearts of Fontaine's citizens, the tale of Kyle and Furina became a legend, a story of love, duty, and the enduring power of their bond.

Years passed, and Furina often found herself beneath the tree, whispering her thoughts to Kyle, knowing that his spirit lived on in the city they had both loved and protected. She remembered his smile, his strength, and the way he had always been there for her, even in his final moments.