"She was, if nothing else, adamant in her beliefs," Carlisle says somberly, setting the journal aside. He doesn't activate it just yet, watching as Glacius runs his fingers over the lines, as though they'd tell the alien where Emily was, what exactly had happened to her. Carlisle doesn't trust the Door, nor the claim that the false gods have no control over it. The question is if she truly was returned home, was sent elsewhere, or if she is even among the living any longer.

But he keeps those thoughts to himself so as not to bring his partner down. Carlisle is well aware it's in his nature to be... a bit of a downer. It comes with the territory of his work and his condition, he supposes.

"I will remind you of that adamant support next time you refer to yourself as a creature," Carlisle says. It's a comment made with a light air, but it's an absolute truth: Emily wouldn't stand to hear Glacius debasing himself, and neither will he. Someone will have to pick up her sharpness regarding that now that she's gone.