[When Sandalphon regains the ability to breathe, it isn't a cleansing breath that he takes. There's a knot in his throat and he lets out a convulsive gasp in a pitiful effort not to cry.
Death. So much death. His (Ion's) death, that boy's—Sandalphon doubles over and buries his face in his hands, tugging on his hair. His shoulders tremble.
He doesn't know whether to cry or to laugh. He can't tell if these many emotions are just his, or a sick mixture of his wretchedness and Ion's sorrow. Something in him feels like it's about to snap.]
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Death. So much death. His (Ion's) death, that boy's—Sandalphon doubles over and buries his face in his hands, tugging on his hair. His shoulders tremble.
He doesn't know whether to cry or to laugh. He can't tell if these many emotions are just his, or a sick mixture of his wretchedness and Ion's sorrow. Something in him feels like it's about to snap.]