Gorrendil was absolutely surprised at the Mon'keigh's reaction. How she walked away with a "winning" like swagger to her step. Eldar did not grow senile with age. They only get wiser. And Gorrendil was no exception to this rule. He can see that type of walk from a mile away. Grimacing at his choices, he chose to follow the Mon'keigh, silent and ever vigilant. Gorrendil let his mind wander to the events before....

[i]"Gorrendil!" The soon to be married Eldar turned to the love of his life. Emily Hart. A being of beauty, with such grace and subtlety that no man could resist her. Blonde flowing hair. Young and vibrant pearl blue eyes. A voice that should only be sung by the Angels themselves. And a personality so happy and kind, any man would fall in love.[/i]

[i]"Ren, I yearn for your touch. Can we please have one more before the wedding?" The stupefied Eldar followed her upstairs in their little home. It was humble abode, set in a world within the confines of the Tau Empire. All of his friends and colleagues will be at the wedding. Janus. Tarven. Even old Rustbucket came, the sentient Necron was dragged in by Mara no doubt. None of that mattered however, as the vixen he desired pulled him into the room.[/i]

[i]"GORRENDIL! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!"[/i]

Gorrendil gasped, finishing himself in a strangely large room, filled with red seats. He looked around to see a Mon'keigh in front of him looking at a scene beyond his vision. The Outcast came to his knees, clutching his scarred heart. "EMILY!" Gorrendil began crying, crying his tears out. The love of his life..... She really was.... All the events that have taken place.... It made him hurt. He wanted to end it all. Gorrendil whipped his laspistol out and pressed it on his temple. He wanted to pull the trigger. And end it all. To forsake his soul to the Warp, for his sins. He let out a sob.