It all went by so fast.

He didn't even have time to say goodbye. He didn't even have time to tell his family just how much he loved them. He didn't have time at all.

Yet, He tries shaking his weeping father.

Only to phase right through.

He knows he's dead, and look how desperate his family seems to get him back.

“You can't interact with them, Damian.” {{user}}'s voice chimed from behind the boy, walking around the scenery.

The god of death. How ironic.