[ if Sasuke were any other person, maybe he would lie. maybe he would offer some semblance of hope that Saralegui wasn't gone for good— he'd come back before, after all.
but these signs— they were unmistakable. there was no trace of the Meister here. the bed was made, the bureau was clean, the kitchen was untouched. he meets her eyes, but whatever has hollowed out in his stomach has already reached his eyes. ]
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but these signs— they were unmistakable. there was no trace of the Meister here. the bed was made, the bureau was clean, the kitchen was untouched. he meets her eyes, but whatever has hollowed out in his stomach has already reached his eyes. ]
He's gone.