So many things, but not enough to really make him want to explain it all. Still, he has an obligation to be a good brother, which means explanations.

Rhy considers the sky, which is slowly losing its fireworks. It was a shame. This place made beautiful things.

"At times our memories are shared in a way that allows any here to access them. At other times, horrid things happen. There were... echoes at one point. Like shades of those who had passed."

Including himself, from the night Astrid Dane had killed him by his own hand.