Carlisle shudders, his hand clawing at his chest; there is a burning from within it that he can feel, one so strong it numbs him to nearly everything else, from the ground beneath his feet to the pain throbbing at his temples. It fills that void within him with fire. "I can't have forgotten," he insists. "I- I promised. I would remain in this world forever if it meant—"

The effects of the Land Beyond Living butt up against his words from earlier. "If- if it meant... if it meant being with..."

Oh. He looks back toward Glacius, his face twisted as realization tightens in his throat. He straightens up just a little, his entire frame trembling; his tone is softer, even, much like the specter that had inhabited his body. "You must be real. I... can feel you through it, through the Mote."

His hand shakes as he reaches out, wanting to put a hand on Glacius' chest as though to reassure himself that he's truly there.