He breathes raspily and it would be hard enough just seeing her in so much pain, even if he didn't share it. He doesn't suffer the explosion behind his eyes the way she does, but he sees the faces of people long gone. His parents, his sisters, his brother, Nyiestra; grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors, friends. They've never blurred; never will.
Tycho remembers, and he stands tall and pale, and lets Winter cry.
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Date: 2006-06-05 03:15 am (UTC)Tycho remembers, and he stands tall and pale, and lets Winter cry.