The ghost gives a single nod. "I think so."
"Heaven?" you ask, staring at him. "You're serious?"
"Deadly," Renault agrees. "There was…I suppose you could call it a sensation. It was like…like the part of me that stays here was fading, and that I could pull away from it." He looks back at you. "It felt warm," he says quietly. "Ever since I've come back, I've felt cold, like there's a chill running through me. This was the first time that I've felt warm since I died."
"And it was definitely real?" you ask, the memory of your own vision fresh in your mind.
Renault nods solemnly. "It was pretty unmistakable," he says. "I can still feel it now: it feels like…" He hesitates, turning away from you for a moment in what could almost be embarrassment. Finally, however, he says, "It feels like I could still move on now."
You stare at him. "You could go? Now? From here?"
In answer, Renault holds up his hand. The translucent fingers, for a moment, seem to fade more, almost vanishing completely, before returning to their usual see-through form.
As you look up, you see Renault looking at you, the question clear in his eyes.
"What?" you say finally. "You're asking me my opinion?"
The ghost nods. "We've got a job to do," he says. "And I…" There's another hesitation, lasting several long moments, before he says, "I don't know when I'll get another chance."
A silence spreads between the two of you. It's hard to imagine what you could say, but you're going to have to say something, and soon.