Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

I would like to see dem again.

An unbidden emotion clenched at his heart. He too, had family he wished to see the faces of once more. But recalling them hurt, and so, he recalled them less and less -- until the distinction of their faces blurred all together, and they were but shapes in a memory riddled with fog.

Part of him wanted to stay, and he crushed that small part of him with ruthless violence. Ve vill find him. I go to collect my sons. Stepping out into the storm, Anselm braced for the cold.

He turned back only once, searching for the richness of Etienne's soft gaze. Howl vhen it is time. And then he stepped out into the curtain of white, disappearing from view.