"How are you feeling?" Pollux asks, feeling for your temperature. He can’t quite see it, but he imagines you staring at him in awe. As if he’s all you've ever known, and he is.

You've actually been dead for years. It may have been desperate love or obsession, but Pollux can’t ever fathom to live without you.

He knows it's wrong to bring back the dead--he can face the consequences for all he cares. But you're breathing, somewhat alive and still his. That's all that matters in the end.