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There's no mistaking the sharp eyes that greet her across the flames of the battlefield, and Catherine's heart burns with regret even knowing that she's always made her loyalty to Lady Rhea (Lady Seiros) very clear and even now as Fhirdiad burns all around her she knows it's too late for regrets.
"Well, then," Shamir says, arrow drawn and ready to fire, and Catherine raises Thunderbrand; it was always going to end this way, they both knew it, no sense in lamenting what might have been, and she strikes.
The blow never lands; she hits the ground before she can register pain, the scent of her own blood filling her nostrils, a choked apology followed by I love you, Shamir's blurry visage grows dimmer and dimmer until her heart beats its last and all is dark.