[ McGillis pauses. He's said too much here already and he knows it. Matters between him and Gaelio are delicate and this isn't the place were he can discuss them freely. And still... ]

Something like that. I doubt we could have been without one another if death hadn't separated us.

[ His tether to the warm world of comfort and calm - the shackle at his foot, binding him, clipping his wings. ]

Well, it's all over and past now. Seeing them again was an unexpected sorrow. Did you want to tell me about your own visions as well? The least I can do is listen.