"I- I have fought for so long to prove myself w- worthy of my goddess. I th- thought that there was no w- worse fate than to wander for eternity in the Land B- Beyond Living, but that once- once gone, I would be releasing this world from the burden of bearing me. I took solace in that."

Carlisle's arms wrap tighter around Glacius, his nails scratching at the alien's icy shell as he struggles for air against the choking sobs that clutter his throat, each one fighting to escape. So much for keeping some of his composure; he never has been particularly good at certain areas of self-restraint, as shown by his drinking.

It's not the alcohol fueling this outburst, though: it's the realization crashing into him, knocking him of his feet, pulling him under.

"I have tr- tried to accept my inevitable end with grace, and now, I feel fear for it, and desperately cling to what time we have. I... I feel not the strength you have tried so hard to instill in me, but anguish at the thought of my passing, for it means we will be apart."