[It's been so long it hardly matters anymore, but it's still a spike of ice cold in his heart. He remembers that feeling, that he should never have left Clayton's side, that splitting up had been a mistake all around, that feeling that continued to be validated until Clayton was gone and the new mortality he had tried to ground himself in was suddenly unsteady, not him.

And now he clings all the harder to those he has left. It began with this.]

It was you?