[He'd said that before. Something about not existing. But it had been so long ago now, back when she'd only newly arrived yet, and been unable to believe something so outrageous.

But after all they'd seen now... Maybe she can.

Her head bows slightly under his hand, expression falling with the acceptance of such an awful idea. To not exist in the world you came from. To not exist to the people who loved you... or you had loved...]

Can't you ask the witch-

[To what? If he said he'd only exist while she was here-]

Can't you ask the witch to let you come with me, then? You can come to my world and exist there- I'm sure my parents would take you in-