[There are a few moments of silence from him following that vision. It touches a place in him he'd almost thought long dead until it happened again, and then left again. These are the words of silly romance novels he'd never been fond of, never read more than one of because they were silly and unbecoming. But they are real, in a way.]

[It doesn't move him so to see her suffer for a lost or absent love. He has been dealing with the dead and for the dead far too long anymore, and she is still little better than a stranger to him. She's just another human with a soul and feelings far deeper than anyone not close enough to her to deserve those words will ever know. But he does respect it. He can acknowledge her.]

[He nods finally.]

It never gets any easier. They tell you time will heal all wounds, but it only pushes them to one side for a while, doesn't it?