Synthia remembered what Brackhaus had said about his assassins. "So, what . . . ?" she said. "You’re going to save them the trouble and suicide? Good fragging plan." Jonathon didn’t respond, but Synthia could see that he was resolved. Unmovable. "I have one more thing to do," Jonathon whispered. "But I wanted to say goodbye to you." Synthia felt a wave of vertigo wash over her. Sadness, manifesting in her physical form as tears. I can’t even hold him in my arms, she thought. Can’t even kiss him goodbye. She waved at him, letting her physical manifestation slip away as she returned completely to astral space.