Senlin had no notion of what more he could’ve said to Edith, in any case. Perhaps it was just as well they avoid a final, awkward farewell. She was bound for home, and he still had more of the Tower to climb. He hoped she would be on her farm soon enough, hoped she could again become the Generaless, and hoped that he would become just a minor actor in a horror story she’d strive to forget. How could he say all of that in a goodbye? Better to leave them both with some dignity. So much had already been taken from them.
