Note: This is set at the end of a novel I'm thinking about writing, so it will be confusing.
The cuts on his arm were bleeding. Rai remembered the words of his former master:
"Never let a drop of blood leave those marks, Master Thames." Too late for that now.
The sky wasn't the usual toxic orange. Instead it was blue. Clear and dazzling blue.
Rai looked to the sky for one last time, and said to himself the words that would be repeated throughout the city, and throughout the world.
"A new age is coming."
He died.
Rai could see her. The One He'd Lost. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. The One He'd Lost extended her hand, and Rai took it.
Then they walked away together.
