And she's right, and death did part them, and the utter cruelty of it - that Daniel should die and die and die again, because most people only have one death and he has had several, and none had the expected end result. Like he isn't allowed.

"I know." Even the smiles he tries to offer back are too riven with his own regret to be fully recognizable. "It's just that things are so - different now, they're so, so complicated. I'm not even sure I'm where I'm supposed to be anymore."

Where once he could make a difference in galaxies upon galaxies he's been trapped in a city on an island in a universe that isn't even his.

"I still miss you." It sounds childish the instant he says it, stupid and small and childish. He misses her.