It takes Terry some time to accept that Guilliman is gone. Either he's lost in the void, or he found what he was looking for, but he wasn't coming back. Terry could stay, he supposes. Enjoy the power he's gained, use it to take his pain out on everyone else. But that all seems so hollow now that he knows he can love again, and that his lover is out there somewhere just beyond his reach.
So he follows him into the void and finds himself stuck in countless dreams, always alone. Sometimes he's at his physical peak again. Sometimes he's a young man, back in the war. Sometimes he catches a glimpse of that large silhouette in the distance, closer every time, but he never gets to see his face or hear his voice. Until one day he reaches out and his hand hits a surface more solid and real than anything he's felt in a long while, his hazy vision clearing as he takes shape in this reality.
"...Sir?"
Tears well up in his eyes as he sees Guilliman's face again (oh god, if this is just another dream please let it never end). He's unaware of any danger he might be in. If he dies in this world, at least he got to see Guilliman again.
for guilliman
So he follows him into the void and finds himself stuck in countless dreams, always alone. Sometimes he's at his physical peak again. Sometimes he's a young man, back in the war. Sometimes he catches a glimpse of that large silhouette in the distance, closer every time, but he never gets to see his face or hear his voice. Until one day he reaches out and his hand hits a surface more solid and real than anything he's felt in a long while, his hazy vision clearing as he takes shape in this reality.
"...Sir?"
Tears well up in his eyes as he sees Guilliman's face again (oh god, if this is just another dream please let it never end). He's unaware of any danger he might be in. If he dies in this world, at least he got to see Guilliman again.