Amora shrieked when she saw poor Brother Ken, skewered on the end of Lotor's sword. "Oh my god! Oh my god..." she whispered, starting to back away, when Lotor grabbed her from behind and pointed the sword at her throat. She held her breath, unable to scream, unable to run. She was shaking, look at Drinian desperately. Drinian began to cry when his wife was mentioned.<br/><br/>"Tell Amora how you KILLED the wife you supposedly loved. Tell her!"<br/><br/>The world seemed to stop, Amora could not sense the surrounding area, the trees, the earth, even the bodies of Brother Ken and his dog. It was only her, Lotor, and Drinian, in a vast world of darkness. "It's not true..." Amora said, shaking her head, she was looking straight through her master and love. She couldn't believe it.<br/><br/>Lotor, however, could. "You were too proud Drinian. You still are too proud. You thought allowing it to go away on its own would help, but it only made things worse. She was ill, and you knew it. Yet you did NOTHING to save her. She wasn't strong enough, she died. Her blood is on your hands, and now, your blood will be on mine." He held Amora with one arm, looming over Drinian with the sword glistening scarlet in the sun.<br/><br/>He brought the sword down, slashing across Drinian's chest. Amora wailed, struggling to free herself from Lotor's grip. He didn't let go. "No! No! Drinian!" she cried, her face wet with tears. Lotor pulled her away, aiming to give his master another blow. Amora caught his arm before it struck. "Stop... just stop!" Amora was sobbing, shaking, she didn't even look at him or Drinian. "I'll go with you, just... leave him." she murmured, shivering. Lotor looked at her, then at Drinian who lay collapsed on the ground, blood starting to pool around him.<br/><br/>Lotor nodded, putting the sword away and pulling Amora along, little pity was on his face as he spoke, "You're free now, you know that? You can begin anew, with me." Amora wiped the tears from her face, glancing back. "If I were free, you would let me mourn to myself." Lotor shook his head, "You will worry yourself to death over it. It's done. He's gone. Get over it."