After Maggie had spken to him about no longer being together, Conner died inside. With no hope left for his life, his time had come he knew. He pulled out his leather armor and marched to the crypt, decidedly to die in battle, the death of a warrior, even one as old as 62. Maggie had caught up with him pleading with him each step for him not to do what ever he was to do. Explaining the resons for her action, but conner remained gruff and cold, knowing no matter what she said she would not have him. After a long while battling with the mummies and skeletons of the crypt Conner was stabbed through his rib cage, then slashed and hacked at. He somehow made it to the cross, laying on his back, Maggie had come to him, professing her love. Conner knew that if he treated his wounds in a short time he would live, yet he found no will as Maggie's proffesions never even hinted at her wanting to be with him as it were. Letting himself bleed, he lowered his hood, the old scar across his left eye and right cheek shown in the daylight.
He closed his eyes with a small smile apon his lips, knowing that peace had finally found him, whispering his last words to maggie befor he went silent forever.
"I love you....more than life itself..."
Conner fell into the blackness that there was no return from, the blackness of death.
The death of the last true mercenary
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