[ He's listening, okay. Also telling when he can, which. He knows not to go crazy with that part, given he's already hurt her; he doesn't want to cause her any more pain than he has to. But given the circumstances, he has to try a little bit, right? He's thoughtless, but he's not just an asshole. He did this out of some level of care, even if that care is wildly misplaced.

Another small bow of his head as she continues. Picturing his own parents gone, what his aunt and uncle had to go through. At least they'd had each other ... Imelda had been alone. ]

I know. I know he hurt you, and I think you're right to be mad. He still left even if he meant to come back.

[ His voice drops to a murmur. He should probably be surprised that Imelda knows about Héctor's state, but mostly he's just relieved. ]

But - but like you said, he's dead. Who knows how long he's even here. He told met that kind of magic fades eventually no matter what. That he's not going to age, and - do all this stuff living people get to do. But I think that's even more reason to spend as much time as you can with him while you even have time left to spend. Or else you'll finally get around to forgiving him only to find out he's gone.