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Atticus could see the pain and the anguish in his brother's face, could hear all the quiet screams of frustration and rage that tore through him merely by looking at Perry's stormy ocean eyes. He didn't know what else to say. There was nothing else he could say. What words -- what petty little words -- could quell the pain of a child lost?

Silence descended over the brothers, one of both grief and comfort. They mourned together, each finding solace in the presence of the other. Atticus felt like the only thing anchoring him in reality was the press of Peregrine's shoulder against his own. He could only imagine how it felt to be in Perry's shoes, for it to be this bad in his.