He knows, Martin. Of course he knows; that wound is bright and hot and painful even now, with her death nearly a year behind him. A single kind word from this woman would have been enough, even now, but ...
Algric reaches for Martin's hand, clinging to him. Trying to comfort him as he turns back to their mother and get some modicum of sense or justice --
And then she starts having a heart attack. He freezes, horrified, as the nurses swarm in and he realises what's happening. No. That's - that can't be happening, it isn't time yet, she's got a whole year at least. The flicker of the Eye in the back of his head tells him otherwise, though.
(It's the thing he tried so hard to avoid with Jonah, isn't it? Taken such pains, only for her to - like this --)
Algric clings to Martin's shoulder, trying to pull him away. "Come on," he says, his voice an echo of Martin's misery. "We - we need to go. There's nothing we can do."
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Algric reaches for Martin's hand, clinging to him. Trying to comfort him as he turns back to their mother and get some modicum of sense or justice --
And then she starts having a heart attack. He freezes, horrified, as the nurses swarm in and he realises what's happening. No. That's - that can't be happening, it isn't time yet, she's got a whole year at least. The flicker of the Eye in the back of his head tells him otherwise, though.
(It's the thing he tried so hard to avoid with Jonah, isn't it? Taken such pains, only for her to - like this --)
Algric clings to Martin's shoulder, trying to pull him away. "Come on," he says, his voice an echo of Martin's misery. "We - we need to go. There's nothing we can do."