MOVES CLOSER, concern clearly written on never changing features. He cannot bear to see her like this. His wife, the other half of his soul —— she has brought him so much joy and still does, every day of their very long lives. His power does not lay in telepathy, but she’s torn and the reason is not lost to him, far from it, so he takes one of her hands between both of his, then places a kiss to it, soft, but lingering. « There is nothing to fear, my love. » oh, how terribly wrong he is ! Can’t see the cruel fate that awaits them ( fool, such a blind fool ), can’t imagine it possible, even. « Nothing to fix. » Such a nice lie to believe in. An illusion bound to be shattered to pieces. There will be no fixing HIM when she’s gone. « He cannot intend to keep us here forever. You are his sister. »