[The lingering look she gives him might have taken a tiny eternity, but her eyes go downcast as she continues softly petting the giant fish.]

There's nothing anyone else can do. He might choose to be reincarnated and live here again, or not.

[The palm of her gloved hand stop on its dorsal fin, her eye brows lift ever so slightly when she looks up to him again.]

Thank you. [It was as if she had read it from a book. Then she smiles and her usual tone comes back.] Not many get a final visitor, Peter.