"You--you were, though," Glacius attempts to fight, not wanting to give up yet despite the despair he can feel threatening to drag him down once and for all. "Happy, I mean. You told me, and I saw it in your face and in your eyes, and I know--what we felt was real. I don't know what it was, Carlisle, and maybe I've been slow in figuring it out... but I do know that much."