And though Aïda felt bitter, hollow; and wanted nothing more than to return to her temple that she had come to know as home, something kept her there in the tall reeds that hid them both away from the world, and before she knew what she was doing, she was throwing her arms around Zubin and clinging to him tight. Her face buried into his shoulder as she wept.
"Oh, Zubin.. my dear, sweet brother...." How could it be that their fate had come to this?