Cole broke open the manhole cover and looked out to find the city in ice. Immediately, he thought 'typical Zane', but the thought of his brother in white brought fear to his mind as he was reminded of how Zane had stopped the Overlord. He walked up to the spot where the Overlord had stood, hoping to see Zane pop out of the ice with a groan. He'd take anything right now.
He got only half a faceplate.
It wasn't even a full piece, but he could see many things in it. He could see Zane's small smile when he saw Cole and the others fighting or joking around, how he'd laugh at the wrong moments, but his laugh would make everyone else giggle as well. He could see the confused blank face Zane would make when they made a funny comment he didn't understand, and the tears he shed when Dr. Julien had died again. He could see the anger it held when accused of the monastery being destroyed to be his fault, and the determined look on Zane's face he would have when fighting for his brothers, and how the eye turned icy blue when Zane reached his full potential. And, he could see the pain it held as Zane received shock after shock of energy his heart couldn't handle. But, the thing he could see the most was his brother, the one he loved more than anything, the one who couldn't understand every emotion, but just enough to know when to comfort and when to love.
He could see the brother he'd nicknamed Tin Can.
He'd called him that to poke fun at the fact that Zane wasn't a human, but he'd give everything he had to call him Zane again, to call him a human, because Zane was more human anyone else. And, as he stared at what he had left of his brother, he wanted to cry, because at the end of the day, there wasn't his brother anywhere in what he saw.
There was just half a faceplate.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story.