[ Breath carries meaning for Matt, in a spiritual sense. More than the sum of its mechanical processes. So even conveyed in this impressionistic way, at such a distance, something of Abel's communication makes it through. ]

Yes.

[ Matt's mental voice dips now, coming more faintly than it was a moment ago. There's a sense it's resting on some tenuous membrane, an eggshell or spun sugar. ]

It's like that. It's a part of me, but at the same time, it's ... so much bigger than I am. I don't really know where it ends.