[Salieri can't help the hitching sob that he cuts off in his chest as Varian's hands cup his cheeks, and his hands lift, covering Varian's, holding them there as if that would do something to keep him here, to freeze them all in this moment--]

I'll find you.

[his voice breaks, and he's reaching out now to cup Varian's face in his hands, to pull him in, press their foreheads together, ragged broken breaths heavy between them] I'll find you, Varian, I promise. I'll find you.

I love you so much, mon fils. I love you. Don't forget that--don't--[his hands tighten slightly, a desperate bid to keep him here, to keep him alive--]