He died. He couldn't remember why he died, but he remembered that person's face.
He didn't remember who that person was or what his identity was. That person's face is clearly and deeply imprinted in my mind. He died, and he died because of me. The appearance of his death was so terrifying that I would wake him up in my dreams, but I had a hunch that he... Seemed to be still with me, not dissipated, but I didn't know where he was specifically.
Intention: The relationship between him and the two of them