We're bonded. We know how we feel about the other. And I know he doesn't hate me, I just... it feels like I've lost half of my senses now that he's gone.

And it... it hurts. I thought... I thought maybe I really hadn't been sent somewhere terrible when I met him. Because how could someone like me meet someone like him if this was some kind of after-death punishment?

[Not that he believes in such things, but... still...]