[ The universe works in mysterious ways. Whether his memories are whole or not doesn't entirely matter. He just knows her and maybe that's enough, even if it's like watching shadows on a cave wall. This was real, once. That's something. ]

You can't allow it? What are you going to do to stop me?

[ It's mocking. Meant to rile her up and earn a reaction. ]

Are your prayers going to slow me down?

[ There's that laugh, nasty and amused and there's something in him clawing at the communion link, stretching out as if he can touch her through it. Something profane and unholy and vile. ]

I'll make sure to give you a front row seat when the time comes, just for you.