“I loved her…”
She stopped urging him up, her hands shaking with every soft, sharp sob he made. And for a second, she saw her brother, black of hair and young of age, grief streaming down his face, and all she could do was hold him.
“I loved her more than anyone…”
He lay in the stone and water, wailing like an infant.
And all she could do was hold him.

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