Thinking about the Coltland twins mourning their older brother. And later each other
They grieve their loss of him to the justice system, which declared the only person whoever cared about them a cold blooded murderer and took him away from them.
They grieve him when they’re told he died in a prison riot
They grieve him again when they graduate and there isn’t anyone to cheer them on because he’s not there.
They grieve again every now and then because they pass someone on the street who just for a few moments looked exactly like what he might’ve looked like had he lived. But that’s stupid, he’s been long dead.
And then the accidents.
Suddenly, Ryland is grieving the loss of his twin to a fiery explosion and now he no longer has either of his brothers to lean on while he struggles to make a decision about the mission that could determine humanity’s fate.
He turns it down because he’s a coward. He’s the reason his older brother is gone and he was never the brave twin in the first place.
And then Colt, finally happy. His name is cleared, he’s fixed his relationship with Jody, he’s back into stunts. He calls Ryland to tell him he’s alive, that everything’s okay now.
But the phone goes to voicemail
He calls three times, all voicemail. The voicemail intro hasn’t even ended on that third time when he sees the news and his phone drops.
Suddenly he’s grieving the loss of his younger brother, by only a few minutes, who he will never see again because his little brother, always braver than he’d realized, will be gone forever. He thinks of the three little boys hiding in the eldest’s room from the monster in their house and oh how he wishes for just one moment he could be back there again to have both his brothers again.
And Grace, waking up in the ship, no memory, just this aching feeling that he’s lost something, someone, so deeply important to him but always just out of reach of truly remembering. He grieves the people he desperately wishes he could remember again while he tries to save his world.