[ All that exists between them is an audio feed. Vergilius cannot see the way Yi Sang's eyes widen, the surprise on his face which softens into a smile. Their Guide had not been present to witness those scenes, and yet, he has spoken that phrase into existence.

Human connection. 連心. 연심. Yeonsim. To connect their hearts, to build a bridge joining those humans together.

In the end, that's all he'd ever wanted.

All that meets Vergilius are several moments of silence, as though the audio feed on Yi Sang's end had died. Until, finally, he speaks: ]

It is a beautiful thing, I think, for two humans to connect with one another. There is an infinitesimal chance allowing those specific lives to collide, and yet, they defy the odds by laying their palms against one another's.

[ Perhaps Vergilius may know a thing or two about that phenomenon. ]