Anthony closed his eyes and breathed evenly to keep calm. "Everyone deals in different ways. You know that as well as I do. I can deal with it better, I suppose, because I'm a Healer. Seeing a lot of death does that to you, Romy."
He shook his head. "I had not met her while we were together," he said honestly, "She is a Healer, but if you will recall I quit the Shack to find you. By the time she was settled there, I was gone look for you."
He let his head fall back, banging it on the door. "It was supposed to, Romilda. I wanted it to last forever." He growled at the reason why. "And if I ever see that bastard in battle... I will kill him. Healer code be damned... I will kill that son of a bitch."