[He shakes his head, but presses his fingers into Peter's palms. I'm still here. For how much longer, he's not sure, but...]

I don't want to go, either. But I know it will happen. I know that... it's not something I can force away, no more than we could keep others from vanishing long before. [He leans in, expression somber and sad - but sure.] You can do this, Peter. You will keep going, and you'll have Luna at your side. You'll have me in your memory, and that brings me great relief.

[He presses his forehead to Peter's, eyes damp, gaze warm.]

I'll be with you.