"...I can't feel him at all," he tried to explain, "Here." He placed his hand over his heart, over the place where his true name was written down his chest. His eyes became glossy again, and he shook his head, not knowing how to explain it. "...It's like he's dead." His voice was small and hoarse, and he glanced warily towards the woman. Was she safe? He hadn't talked to her before. Was anyone safe?