"Exactly. I have time for everyone," Noah says stubbornly. He has more than enough time, it's not like he's doing anything with his life. Or his afterlife as Ronan called it. A bitter taste fills his mouth and he tries to push it down.

"He might be, but it won't work." At least, he hoped not. Part of him is scared that Krem will blame him, and be mad at him. Ronan is his friend, he wouldn't have been messing with Krem if it wasn't for him. Maybe the mess of it is too much. "Ronan is doing a better job of pushing me away," he sighs, going quiet and focusing instead on Al's hand on his arm.

"I should go find Cremisius," he says finally.