[That gets a laugh, a soft,, gentle thing, even warmer than Iggy's arm around his shoulders. It chases away some of that howling emptiness, makes Koby feel a bit more human. One of the splintery golden cracks across his cheek slowly seals up.]

I try to feel other things. I've spent so long feeling terrible about that time. I don't want to give it any more of me.

You mentioned. But it's better now, right? It gets easier.