Kevin should've kept his distance from Shion in the weeks after he'd died. He didn't care. He'd thrown away his mortal existence for the power to avert her own death.
Shion was holding up better than he'd expected. She hadn't cried after his funeral, just focused on her job and smiled whenever she caught someone looking her way.
There was no smile now. She was looking at her reflection in the transparent divider in her quarters. No. She was looking to the left. Could she see him? Impossible.
But upon waking she'd find a red blur burned into the glass.