[He can see it, he thinks. The way Falco might grow up, fill out his form, stand tall and sure. There's a lot to question - most of it already answered in a sort of absent fact.

He doesn't know what it's like for the dead
Can never decide if he thinks it'd be better that there was some kind of heaven, some place for the soul to depart. In the end, it doesn't matter. Knowing probably wouldn't help him find the right words.]

I'm sorry for your loss. He sounds like he was a good man. Protective, even. And... There's still something that lingers, at least. You keep him close, so he'll never be completely gone.