Utterance, a cry of uncertain folly that he had come to hate. A few simple things to grasp, just to occupy the empty weight of silence. Words spoken, begging to be heard by you here and now. For he had faded from all in their memories, and he didn't want to fade from yours too.

"Take me with you?"

He questioned with lingering despair, desperation evident in his voice for you to not leave him. He had lived many years and met many people in turn, yet regardless, he only belongs with you.