He was lost. He didn't know what to do, couldn't go back...and it wasn't until I was in the same situation when I realized what he had to be feeling.

I saw him...once, after that. But there was no time, and I thought I was going to see him when we'd both passed on, but...heh. So much for that. I never got to tell him what was really on my mind. And I never will. I thought that I wanted him gone, but...

[ He bows his head, tears finally slipping out. He reaches out a trembling hand to the glass, and it's darkened once more. ]

He always said I was such a crybaby.

Looks like he was right.