If Tyr had regrets for himself, they were buried under his guilt. If he was dead now, was he dead in his world too? It would be too kind to think that he wasn't. No-one might even notice his death for a long time, not until the Soul Eater resurfaced. Possibly with a new bearer that would enjoy its power more than he did.

Where he was heading, he knew he'd have to answer to Ted, and for once, he didn't want to see his best friend again. He gave up living his life for three hundred years, and Tyr couldn't even stay alive for eighteen. He could only wonder what Ted would think...

...He didn't want to think of the possibility of never seeing him or anyone else again, though. No matter how much they might look down on him, the least that he could hope for would to see them again. Right, he'd hold onto that hope until proven otherwise.

Having Ion beside him might have been the only other comfort he had. It was probably his fault that Ion was here (again), but at least they chose this fate together.

His hand stayed resting on Ion's shoulder, both to support himself and to hopefully be of some comfort to his friend. He looked so out of it right now... Tyr couldn't say he was alert or energetic himself, but even knowing their current state of being couldn't be any worse, he still worried.

"...Do you remember me?"