As if I had instant reflexes, I jumped forward in front of my lover and my master in order to protect him from the bullet wound he was about to recieve by my father. My father wasn't one to reason, and he wasn't one to think about the consequences. I didn't think either, at this moment, and I only knew to protect my master. The one who had cared for me when I was ill, the one who took me in his arms when I was being tortured. I gave my life for him in return for companionship. I loved him.
"NO!!" my father shouted as he ran towards me, but not soon enough, for Agrim had stood in my way of the bullet to protect us both. Master Malificent and I dropped to our knees, and my master cradled Agrim's head in his lap. This was the only time I had seen my master so upset he shed a tear. My father stood there, hands shaking, a gun still pointed at us three. He looked very guilty. He should look this way.
"Agrim, Agrim, speak to me..." my master spoke, tenderly touching his cheek.
"Agrim, please..." I said, stroking his shoulder with care.
Agrim's blank dark eyes looked up at us, glossing over. I knew it was most likely too late and he was soon going to be gone, since he was much taller than my master and I, he had gotten hit directly in the chest.
"How...how could you, father?" I asked, shuddering due to the recent incident repeatedly running through my head.
"I...I don't know."
"Cadelindra, we're leaving..." my master spoke softly, gently touching my hand. He gave my father a cold and harsh look as we each grabbed two of Agrim's limbs and carried him out to the carraige. My father didn't protest my leaving, and I didn't feel bad at all about going. I wanted to let him bask in all his guilty feelings. Perhaps it would kill him, as he had killed Agrim.

Outside and down the road a bit in our carraige, my master didn't wish to be the driver anymore, so we came to a stop at a market just outside of town. We offered money in return for someone to lead us to Sans Muerto, a valley just outside of the French-inspired county in which I lived. A young male, about age fifteen, decided he could use the money and offered us food for ourselves and our horses. We decided to dine with the child and stay over night, rising early to leave in the morning. I was so exhausted at this confusing point in my life that I just about fainted into a deep sleep after we finished supper. I didn't wake up until we were a good twenty minutes to Sans Muerto, where we were to bury Agrim where he always wished to be buried. Beside the grave of his deceased daughter.
I didn't know that this was what he wished, but I knew that my master knew this to be true, so we followed the wishes of our friend. I knew my master was having a great difficulty trying to contain his emotions for the loss of his best friend and religious partner. I knew I could offer no help, but I could stay by his side through it.
On our way through the valley after the burial ceremony, Sarati, the boy who drove us, continued to be our driver. He didn't talk much and didn't ask any questions, which was good in my master's current state. I offered comfort and support, but could offer no more. I just wanted this mess to be over. I knew he wanted the same.
But most of all, I knew he wished he could see Agrim again. At least one more time.