[Then why would you ever think to leave him behind, he thinks, Ajax's eyes lowering as her hand presses to his cheek. It's not even his sorrow to feel, and yet, it still wells inside of him. Death is different than these circumstances, but he can still empathize with his Harbinger counterpart, the man who is very much him and yet not him all at the same time.]

Lumine, can you answer at least one question, then?

[He looks up, not knowing if he wants to hear the answer. But maybe, she'll surprise him.]

If you could go back and change your mind about this, and take him with you, had you lived of course, would you?