Dimitri's other hand covers Darcy's. He shuts his eyes -- his other senses lie, but not touch, not like this -- then opens them -- he needs all his senses, for this. Needs to carve his brother's face into his memory, in case he's broken for good.

"I didn't know where to find you. We don't go to the mirrors anymore, I couldn't get into the crew quarters, I -- I didn't know where to look. I don't know what I need to do a-a-and you wouldn't tell me -- " His voice breaks. "I didn't mean to. I didn't know. I'm sorry."