[Galliard keeps moving forward when Wanda stops, and runs smack into some of that red swirling out of her. It staggers him, almost bringing him to his eyes.]
Marcel!
[It's a choked, half-gasp as the pain comes surging back, as fresh and new as it had been when he first found out. Galliard can hardly breathe through it, raw agony and hopeless longing, desperation clawing at his chest to know, to understand, how it happened, and to see it all through Marcel's eyes and not someone else's.]
[He lifts his head, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. Wanda has felt the same kind of hurt, the same grief, and he drags himself towards her, into more of the red cloud.]
Your children?
[Tommy and Billy... boy's names. A pair of brothers, Wanda's sons, lost and separated from the people who care about them. Galliard fights the grief that makes him want to collapse, and trails after her.]
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Marcel!
[It's a choked, half-gasp as the pain comes surging back, as fresh and new as it had been when he first found out. Galliard can hardly breathe through it, raw agony and hopeless longing, desperation clawing at his chest to know, to understand, how it happened, and to see it all through Marcel's eyes and not someone else's.]
[He lifts his head, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. Wanda has felt the same kind of hurt, the same grief, and he drags himself towards her, into more of the red cloud.]
Your children?
[Tommy and Billy... boy's names. A pair of brothers, Wanda's sons, lost and separated from the people who care about them. Galliard fights the grief that makes him want to collapse, and trails after her.]
[He has to know.]
They're here?