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The sunset was beautiful. He noted this first. How the rays of light tried to cling to leafless branches of what trees sprung from the marshy earth. They rattled, like a widow on her deathbed. Eyes turned, towards the light. Reflecting the final throes of life, and brimming with an expectation of the next.

A voice pulled him Merrit back to reality, and in an instant, the scents spun back to him, and all around him.

He recognized her - and turned.

"Arlette," already he made his way towards her, blinking away sun spots from having stared at the horizon for too long. The deep shadows obscured his vision, but not his sister. Bright as she was, even in the hues of the night. "Arlette, wait - "

A million thoughts hit him at once, in those deciding moments, not the least that there was another with her. Not the least, that she ran from him. Not the least, that she did not know their mother was dead. He caught up with them quickly and cast the man who held his sister a reciprocated look of confusion, uncertainty.