Between one breath and the next

Even knowing this was a dream, he didn't expect the ghostly figure that strolled out from the cover of mist. He appeared within the fragmented world Glacier was able to see, hinting that there was more beyond the edges of his perception. A world, only open to the likes of Sin, perhaps? He noticed first the wisps of coiled smoke that moved in breaths across his paws. Gliding, either with a mind of their own, or an accordance to Sin's will. Who knew the control of ghosts over the dreams of the living?

Raising his eyes from the misty apparition, he would discover the unmarred skin of his friend. The scars where gone, old and new alike. The injuries he had sustained in his final moments, wiped clean like they had never existed. Somehow, the lack of them only made Glacier sadder, the 'what if's' of the world clouding his thoughts.

He inclined his head to the man as he recognized the appreciation. He still did not believe he had done enough, of course. He was the father of a child Glacier now wished to adopt, a sweet little girl who would never again hear the sound of her fathers voice, or know his protection. He was Glacier's friend, and as if by the whim of gods, he was taken from them between one breath and the next. “You will be remembered” Glacier's voice was soft, and husky. A fitting match to the wispy feel of the world around him. What else could he say to a man who could no longer know the world? A man who was but a dream apparition, the remembrance of a being, a ghost. "I would ask of you the right to adopt her" He would add, his voice gaining in strength. he did not believe he needed to add context to that statement, the father would know.