[Around them draws a silence, and it aches and echoes. Words can't fill that chasm. He remembers how in the hours and days following Erik's death, all anybody could say was how sorry they were and how difficult it must be, as if Wilhelm didn't already know that. Everyone meant well, but it didn't really mean anything. Although he knows that, for Elrond, all of this must have been hundreds of years ago, he's also sure that it never leaves you. There will always be a hole where the person you loved used to be.
He keeps his hand on the elf's arm, hoping that the small warm weight is of some comfort to him. He nods minutely.]
Mm, yeah. I would give...anything to have even just one more day with my brother.
[Whom he must have mentioned here and there in the last handful of months. Erik was rarely too far from Wilhelm's thoughts.]
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He keeps his hand on the elf's arm, hoping that the small warm weight is of some comfort to him. He nods minutely.]
Mm, yeah. I would give...anything to have even just one more day with my brother.
[Whom he must have mentioned here and there in the last handful of months. Erik was rarely too far from Wilhelm's thoughts.]