"It was." Still not looking at Levi, Galliard smiles a little. It's a smile tinged with regret, but there's some genuine fondness in there too. Marcel has been gone so long that the major, gut-churning grief has started to fade; maybe someday it will mellow into only fond remembrance, but that's not happening today. "It really, really was."

He sees the little glow in Levi's jar, and that manages to chase the sadness out of his eyes. He doesn't say anything, but gently shoos a few fireflies circling him in Levi's direction.