[cicada........]

[She squeezes his hand, and he pulls it up to lightly kiss hers. To leave himself behind. Vergilius, not the Red Gaze...]

After everything...maybe it would best not to. I don't know. There was a painting of me, you know. I didn't like it. Just reminded me of everything I became.

[A pause.]

You should leave something. People need a little of your sunlight in their lives.