When he died, his heart was severely pierced by Adamantium. And she was watching a flock of white doves flying in the cold Wellington daylight.
When she was about to die, her body was cut apart by billions of fragmented space knives. And he looked at the migratory birds returning home in the distant Westchester twilight.
So I met you who was alive in this world, and you met me who was in despair in that world.