"Goodbye," she said. There was no anger, no hostility, fear, loathing, nor gratitude - there was nothing strong, nothing to rattle me and make me fear for what she was. I could hear it in her words without feeling it from her; she was not sad to be leaving me, or angry that she had been with me for as long as she had. What happened happened - she had said with that two syllable word - and I pass judgement neither on it, nor on you.