Of course, Thaddeus. Trust him to mess with the law of nature. He stared at her wrist then back at her. A pulse would prove nothing anyway. He believed Thaddeus found a way, but he only wondered at what cost. Nothing Betty was saying was making anything any better as he listened to her he nodded, patient for something that would let him know that this was completely okay.
"I went to your memorial," He said finally. "I stood back, away from everyone so they wouldn't see me but the whole time I kept thinking I did this to her it's my fault. And I have held on to that for so long, that everything I love I ruin."