[He presses more out toward Izanagi, like an offering: warmth, love, affection, assurance, as though trying to soothe the jagged edges, even if only a little]

[Beneath it all, there's something fiercely determined, running through the center of him, strong as steel]

[And he lets go of Izanagi, just for a moment, so that he can cup his face, instead -- a hand on each side -- and look directly into his eyes]

I'm gonna find you again.

Okay? No matter what. You ain't getting rid of me that easy.