[It's hard, kneeling beside someone as they die. Even if it's only a dream. Even if it's not your dream. Prior takes a moment, head turned to one side, to still and calm what's ticking too quick in his own chest.]

Then that hasn't changed.

[You shot him. Then he's been gone a long time now and, from the look of the husk Prior saw, would have been gone whether he was shot or not. Prior finally pushes a hand against the floor and straightens up, turning back to John.]

And thank god you did. I'd want shooting too, given the choice. But he's not... whatever he was anymore. You let him go. So maybe you should let this let you go, too.