[ It's... quite a lot to absorb all at once, even with the framework of the context in place. Ganymede's lost brother. "Did Ganymede ever tell you what happened to him?"
It's not the same as the sight, or the memory of the weight of a body falling, the warmth of blood. Michel feels sick. It... hurts, in places of his heart that aren't nearly as hardened as he likes to pretend.
When Ganymede bolts, Winter takes a second to react. And then he runs after him, ignoring the reflections that flash past them both until he finally stumbles to a clumsy halt just behind him. ]
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It's not the same as the sight, or the memory of the weight of a body falling, the warmth of blood. Michel feels sick. It... hurts, in places of his heart that aren't nearly as hardened as he likes to pretend.
When Ganymede bolts, Winter takes a second to react. And then he runs after him, ignoring the reflections that flash past them both until he finally stumbles to a clumsy halt just behind him. ]
Ganymede...