"I see you."

But is there any way to see him without seeing their past? She presses a palm to his chest, over his heart.

"I think of you. The only person here who knows who everything of me."

Then, quieter—

"She's dead." Her voice wavers very slightly, but her jaw is set. The pain of this invocation is stymied and suppressed. "There's nothing else we can ever make, or ever be to each other. But you don't have to be a ghost to Ilias."