He shook his head. "You do not understand. He was... he was my soul mate, my life bonded." He pressed his forehead to Yfandes', not knowing why he could tell these things to Apollo, but maybe it was him being a stranger, the knowledge that once he left this place the other could not follow, could not remember, could say nothing. It was easier, this way, to say it, to let it go. And the other knew, to some degree, his pain, being like him, he supposed. "He was the other half of my soul."

That last part choked him, reliving the night the other had died. He could see his body falling, him unable to stop it. He could hear the sick crunch of his body hitting the earth, the thunderclap after, and the horrible, terrible toll of the bell. Losing him had nearly driven him insane then and there, and only Yfandes and then later Moondance and his partner had brought him out of the haze of darkness that clouded his life, and in many ways, still did.