<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"...That is a valid point," Cameron conceded.  "And one I intend to make with Kyrion this evening."  He wiped at his eyes again and managed to rise off the cold stone floor, fiddling with the flowers on the biers.  "I do not know that I can visit here often, little one -- your faith and mine are different in that."  He gave her another small smile.  "You can speak of them as still present, and I... I cannot.  Perhaps it is only that you have had more time to... to absorb the loss."  He rested his hand on Tiberius' bier, closing his eyes.  "But -- I think -- I think our faiths support us differently here, my love.  I needed to see this, to say goodbye... but there is nothing else here for me.  I am sorry -- I do not mean to make it sound as though I disapprove of your visits or disagree with them just... that it is not what I need."</span></span>