"Oh! Perhaps...and perhaps there will be time yet. The portal is not closed...and I do not think we are going through it...so, should you make it out of this alive, maybe we will yet...find each other." They smile in a way that's off and Wrong, but do little more than step aside for Elidibus to do as he likes. Part of Milo's form melts into the background of the house or maybe they were always Part Of It, but they shift now, half there and half Not.

"Good luck. If we do not find each other...may you find peace. It is all anyone can hope for."