(He thinks of Illyana, times like these. His beautiful baby sister. She hated the finality of death; she raged at it once, and at him, with every maybe she could find.
He couldn't save her, either.)
He lifts a hand to Kate now, palm up, because he has no more words yet.
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Date: 2007-08-26 06:58 am (UTC)(He thinks of Illyana, times like these. His beautiful baby sister. She hated the finality of death; she raged at it once, and at him, with every maybe she could find.
He couldn't save her, either.)
He lifts a hand to Kate now, palm up, because he has no more words yet.
And because they're still together, at least.
It's something.