He felt cold. Detached. Seldom did he lose control, much less to this degree. He should have felt regret for acting so rashly, but he didn't. He didn't feel dishonorable. He also didn't feel vindicated. Despite his rage, this mostly wasn't about him. "Yes, I shot you. To kill that many, for your own personal gains..." Further words escaped him. His rage and disbelief were still too strong. Then she spoke again.
...this isn't...over.
"No, Princess, I'm sure it's not. But now you know I will no longer play the gentleman. Just remember, you wanted this." At that precise moment, Tyr felt a hatred he had never felt in his entire existence.
Realizing she had breathed her last, Tyr couldn't even be sure she had heard his entire warning. It wouldn't have mattered if she had, he knew. She would return, she was a goddess afterall, and the daughter of Zeus. And far too stubborn and twisted to just die. It would take time, but she would be back, likely with an even more unreasonable hatred than she had already exhibited. No matter her own actions, he knew she would blame him and seek further revenge. But that would be for later.
The sound of the other prison guards running toward him drew him out of his reverie. Guns were drawn, ready to fire. Quickly, he dropped his own gun. "Wait! I have papers from Mein Fuhrer!" He could see their hesitation, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out and holding up a letter that had not been there a moment ago. "She was a traitor to the Reich! It is all here. Herr Hitler himself ordered her execution...and that her body be brought to him as proof."
Several moments passed befor everyone seemed satisfied. Or maybe they were just willing to just let it go. Hitler was becoming more paranoid by the day, and no one doubted he would order such an action. Nor did anyone want to take the risk of crossing their leader. The signature was his, at least to their eyes. As they walked away, Tyr grabbed Enyo's lifeless body and unceremoniously threw it in the back of his Unic Kegresse.
He drove at least an hour, mainly on back roads, his thoughts still a black cloud. Finally, he pulled over and got out, moving to the back of the car. He stood there, staring down at the body for- actually, he didn't even know how long it was before he became aware once again of his surroundings. He reached out, ripping the patch from her uniform and tucking it in his pocket. Then he grabbed the body, slinging it over his shoulder,and walked around the back of the car to the side of the road. With a grunt, he dumped the body into the ditch. Perhaps someone would find it eventually, perhaps the wild animals would take care of it, maybe it would just simply rot away. He didn't care. He couldn't even feel a sense of peace in the act, knowing the dweller of this corpus had long gone. It was now nothing but a shell.
Someday she would be back, of that he could be certain. And he would be watching for her.