Moonsong Glacier a tear in the membrane

My baby
The last time he had seen her, he told her he hated her. Boyish rage. A grave misunderstanding of what ungodly circumstances held him and his siblings. Prevost. Vesper. Forgotten son.
Her baby.
She kisses him and he cannot feel it. How are you, she asks, as if this is at all normal, as if he could — Momma, his eyes are wide and his lip begins to tremble uncontrollably. what happened to you? Why can't I-- he reaches out to touch her and his paw glides right through the air, landing with a thwack against the sheet of porcelain snow.
His cry, shattering; why can't I touch you?