After the short break everyone reclaimed their spots around the saint; with Mattias volunteering to be the next.
"What of his mother?" Mattias asked the saint, "why wasn't she with them?"
The room again faded to mist as the memory took the form of a family photo that showed a toddler kaz and a child Jordie standing in front of their mother in father who each had one hand on their children's shoulders. His mother's other hand gingerly holding her stomach in a way that indicated that she was pregnant.
The memory then faded into the image of a hospital room when the new child was born, it did not cry. They all heard the doctors yelling that the child had died in the womb, that the mother had lost too much blood. They saw the father holding his wife's hand and begging her not to leave him, that he couldn't raise the boys alone. They heard the mother tell the man that she loved them all before she faded away.
When they all came to they did not need as much time to recover as they had for the others, it was a tragedy, of course, but it did not compare to the last answers that they'd gotten.
"Me next" Wylan said and the saint nodded.
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