( his hand stills where it rests on her head at her words, the silent message of shared loss. he resumes his petting a moment later, heart aching for her children and for his people. for her and for him, too. he hasn't let himself process any of the losses he's suffered and now, more have been piled on.
now, her unassuming presence steadying him, he lowers his head and says a little prayer. for his mother, for his father, for his brother, for his people. for her children, too, mind open to her, the words clear as he thinks them, sends them out into space. )
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now, her unassuming presence steadying him, he lowers his head and says a little prayer. for his mother, for his father, for his brother, for his people. for her children, too, mind open to her, the words clear as he thinks them, sends them out into space. )