As Carlisle rises, Glacius' posturing becomes much more tentative—if the timid cleric really has... forgotten him, then he does not want to risk scaring him now. Aside from the heartbreak of one who used to accept him unconditionally now reacting to him with fear, which is plenty hard to cope with as is, it would be a disaster if he were to run off and get lost. Thankfully, Carlisle seems to recognize him for a moment; it is such a relief when the clergyman says his name that Glacius actually perks up and stands taller, giving a tentative smile. He should have known his partner could not forget him...

... Oh. The ice alien's tentative smile crumbles, his one remaining mandible twitching as sadness pulls at all of his features. This isn't real, he tries to tell himself—this is just a nightmare. It is a nightmare for both of them, now, despite the fact that Glacius had gone in to save his partner; one of them is tormented by what he cannot recall, while the other is tormented by being the only one who can.

"No, it is not right," Glacius rumbles, trying to fight back the hurt and sadness welling up in his hearts. "You have never wronged me, and I would never dream or torturing you. I want to deliver you from all this, I—I have to find a way to bring you back to the light."

Wait—Light! Of course. His operculum flaring for a moment in realization, the ice alien quickly extends one hand palm-up, allowing his Mote to wink into existence. In this dull, barren land, its light shines like a beacon, magnified by the way it reflects off his icy shell; he hopes it can guide Carlisle back to him.

"This is familiar to you... is it not? I know you can feel it—that you can feel me, with you always."