There's a rumble low in his throat, a laugh that would be hearty were he not so weary and weak. "Vengeance would be sweet, wouldn't it, lass?"

He places a hand to her cheek, but his palm is already cold and shaky, and he can barely hold his arm up. He ends up just resting his forehead on hers, his nose sliding slightly over the bridge of hers.

"I'll greet you on the other side just like I did last time. That'll be your incentive to come back to me."