Vincent hung his head as he sat on the edge of the cot. Creed stared at his bother. This task, the commands they were given. They are not to question. They know those. The emotions told them otherwise.
Creed stood as his thoughts floated to Sue. He turned and walked outside. His gaze shifted to the night sky. The darkness of the sky reminded him of Sue’s long black hair. Images of her floated in front of him. He reached out his hand and clasped it around the illusion. "I miss you," he mumbled quietly. I want you here to converse and embrace. Creed slid stumbled against the tent and slid down.
Vincent's eyes darted up. He should check on Creed. A thought kept him rooted. You can’t fix everything. He is no longer a child. Vincent’s wings emerged. The marginal covert tilted downward. He covered his eyes with one hand and wept. The coldness slipped down his face. How could he be so useless?