Wheeling Gull Isle xx. and if it should pass that your heart aches for mine

At this point, the two didn't see eye to eye. Pointing fingers at one another instead of listening and trying to come to some kind of compromise. Rosencrantz was once again blinded by the idea that she sought him out tonight instead of leaving him be, only to once again, push him closer to an edge he was walking along. Choosing not to speak further on the matter, his word, just as hers, fell on deaf ears. Even Daegon's threat had come and gone to his attention.

Instead, his lips twisted skyward. Her venomous words gave more pleasure than it should. Remaining where he lay, muscles still coiled and ready should the autumn colored one decides to be a scuffle. Empty, a void was left in his core as bid farewell to his once desire for peace. She was right, she had made the mistake for trusting him, he began to think, he was a lowly barbarian who was cursed to remain as such. There was no room in his heart for anything else. 

Once alone, he looked onto the sea and the stars again - for the final time. For once the sun would rise, the island's ghost would be gone. As requested.