[A scrambled, jerking response in reply. Brilliant sunset colors bleeding from the sky. Nirad-- no, his brother who looks much like him - wraps a line from his hand to his elbow, quickly and efficiently winding the cable in a way that's not so different from how he would have done it at home against a very similar sky. Had Niran ever been homesick? Nirad doesn't remember.
He tries not to think of what his brother looked like when he'd died. The feeling sits yawns like a pit under both their feet though, a deep dark pit fed by the link between his mind and Sam's.
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He tries not to think of what his brother looked like when he'd died. The feeling sits yawns like a pit under both their feet though, a deep dark pit fed by the link between his mind and Sam's.
No. Not like this.]
( Not mine. Other people's though. )