(For the curious, the words from this title, and the words that were in Morgan's signature on the forum is from this song. It's one of my favorites.)
As anticipated, the end of Endgame makes me very sad. Somehow, by some alchemical combination of writing, words, and action, we managed to tap that primordial part of the human psyche that is forever huddling shoulder to shoulder by the fire against the unknown terrors lurking in the dark. This is hard to leave. The Fields We Know are somehow....less...for having seen the chimeric world that is Temple.
In many ways, Endgame for me was not the big fights and mods and *insert game terminology here*, it was small exchanges and vignettes. ( The little things, really... )