The Sentinels You got to do, what you should

Aria seemed unhappy, though Dante didn't blame her.  He felt another pang of guilt, but suppressed it.  This was best, even if not for all.

His mate said the farewell that he would have echoed, so he let it stand for both.  When Constantine offered food he automatically began to refuse, yet stayed his tongue.  The offer was made in good faith and it would be appreciated when they'd gone a ways.  It'd be worse to refuse it.

"Thank you," he said, glancing at the meal.  Emotion was beginning to overwhelm him as well, so when Osprey cast him a glance, he nodded.  "Perhaps we will meet again someday," he said, though he knew the chances of that we're practically nonexistent.  Unless they left the forest to journey south, likely their paths diverged for good.

But he took with him that which was most precious to him, the best this life had given.  Picking up the meat, he gave a dip of farewell, and led them away before he too broke down to sorrow.