He's Close is a written note found in Death of the Outsider.
He was held in the Void, eyes shut tight as if he were dreaming something just as terrible. I didn't hesitate. I put my living hand to his cheek, then pushed the knife deep into his chest. I leaned into it with my whole body as it slid into him with a shudder, blood welling up over my fingers. His eyes opened, then. I saw him face to face, just for a moment.
Then he fell, trembling in the dark, and all I could see was Deirdre, twitching in the gutter like the day she died. I had to force myself to wake up, just so I could look away.
I know the knife becomes a part of me when I can't see it. I feel it in my chest, in my throat. I could hate the Outsider for what he's done to me. Twisting up the few memories I hold dear. Showing me horrors I never want to witness. Leaving me with ragged pieces of myself, all bound up in shadows. Can I end his miserable life for that?