A Phantom Memory

Áskell didn't have the wherewithal the know if his brother was actually there or if he was hallucinating again but in the end it didn't really matter. He clung to every word that his brother uttered, trying to make sense of the turmoil within. He felt a stab in his heart as Jigsaw stated that he died. Áskell knew that, had known for some time, but each acknowledgement of that fact was a blow. Jigsaw explained that he'd been sick, that he'd heard their father and had gone to help. From there something had had to have happened. Something that had led to Jigsaw's death and he wasn't sure he could bear it.

Áskell rubbed at his eyes, trying to wipe away the blurry vision imposed by the tears and he hopped forward, attempting to throw his arms over his brother's neck, praying that he'd find a solid form. He needed a hug, he needed to be close to his family. "I don't know what to do now, please… please tell me what to do."