It hits Wilhelm like a stone to the chest, smashing past his ribs to bruise his heart. Of all the things he might have expected Chris to name as the fuel for his screaming, that wasn't it. He turns a pale look on him, the torn up petals fluttering the short distance from his hand to the ground. Once again he finds himself wondering what there is to say.

"That sucks," is all he can come up with. It's not nearly enough, but it's as solemn a pronouncement as anyone could make.

He can't even reassure him with the fact that, if he died in his world, at least he can have a second chance here. That doesn't do his family any fucking good.