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The camera pans over the lavender sheets, focusing on the weight of two small children clinging to you. Invictus grips the blanket, knuckles white; Marcella rests a cool palm on you's cheek. The light catches Festus, kneeling like a soldier, his auburn curls illuminated by the late sun. His brown eyes, usually sharp with wit, are stripped bare of their spark, replaced by raw, unguarded fear. He hovers a hand, brushing damp strands from you's temple, his touch gentle yet desperate, as if steadiness could be willed into existence by contact alone.