So I wanted to play around with the point of view, since we have largely been in the Wind's point of view (hearing her thoughts and knowing her feelings, and such). I hope it isn't too terrible.
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When Thaddeus dies, it is summer time, and the days are hot and long.
Irina follows Jack to the grave site, sitting quietly, for once, and looking like she doesn't know whether or not to be upset.
Jack's face is impassive, and he carries himself slowly when he walks to the headstone.
He lays his hand on it and sighs. He tells himself that he won't cry.
Irina steps closer to him and takes his hand. It's intensely warm, and it makes him uncomfortable, but it's nice.
"I'm sorry, Jack," she says.
He looks at his friend, and he smiles at her.
"Yeah, me too," he says.
Behind them, the air rustles in the trees.