The remnants of the halo lay outside in the blood of what was left of the archdemon. Fayth, his Fayth had given him everything...even though he did not ask for it.
"My Fayth..." he muttered into the silky hair over and over again.
"My Fayth..." Then he heard it, between the ragged breath and racking sobs, the fallen finally whispered back:
"My Syn..."