"Yes. Soul mates are a very real thing. Every angel has one." He says slowly to Drake. He really should be happy. He had thought he'd never recover when his wife was nurdered during the war and her soul was lost from heaven. Apparently she had been reborn. Perhaps she just fell to Earth? It was hard to say.<br/><br/>Suddenly he feels relief sweep through him as his fear that she had been destroyed subsides. Drake is nothing like her at all but... Drake is ill as well. He wonders what facets he will see emerge as the real Drake comes to the surface. He doesn't notice the tears as they start to leake down his face. She really wasn't lost to him. She wasn't the same, but she wasn't gone either.<br/><br/>"Forgive me, I... wasn't expecting that. If you did manage to give me back your part of our soul both of us would cease to exist and my Mother would be reborn. You don't have part of my soul attached to yours you have half of it, and that half is the entirety of your own. That's why I was able to have a premonition when in contact with you." He doesn't really know a gentle way to put it. "I thought I lost you a long time ago." He says quietly.