He's tried to do the best he could. Honestly tried and failed and tried again. He's tired, unsure how much more he's got to give. But that's not what people want to hear. That's not how you make your friends stop worrying.

"Yeah. You're right." He tries not to look at the girl standing just next to Viatorus wit her head lolling off to one side, staring up at her brother with cold dead eyes. She's not real. She's dead and gone and not real. He's been doing well this week. He knows the only good things in their family died with his sisters.

He knows.

But he's the only one left, so he'll have to be good enough.

"Did Isidor tell you what I did?"