Their reunion comes at the hand of countless lines of code, in a place completely detached from reality and all the chains that had bound them in life. It's a strange and impossible sort of rebirth, a second chance that he never asked for and probably doesn't deserve after living a life full of regret, but isn't willing to give up all the same. Sora sits at the edge of a floating platform, back bare of ink and all the sin that had been inscribed into it, and Kilik doesn't know what to say. Words linger in his throat, suffocating in a place where suffocation could never come to pass.
All he had ever wanted was for his feelings to reach him, a goal achieved only post mortem.
Reaching out, Kilik's hand moulds over the sharp curve of a shoulder. Sora's solid underneath his palm, just as real here as he's ever been. Maybe more so when he's reaching back to settle his hand over Kilik's, gaze locked on an endless inorganic sky just as it always had. Kilik looks forward as well, finding solace in a permanently bright blue sky and the warmth radiating from a hand he'd never thought he'd touch again.
The afterlife looks bright.