> [**Image:** A short comic in stylized, quadriptych-like geometry. The first panel shows the Lastborn gesticulating as he looks down into his own silhouette, which encloses Trahearne. He says ‘You were one of the first to leave… And you disappeared. You threw away the very thing that I could never have. I guess I resented you for that…’
>
> The Lastborn turns away in the next panel, sheepishly folding his hands. Trahearne dips his head, deep in thought. The Lastborn continues. ‘I felt so betrayed that you left… And when you came back, I felt betrayed that it was so easy for you to come home… It meant I was alone in my alone-ness again.’
>
> The next two panels invert the silhouettes of Trahearne and the Lastborn, with Trahearne rendered in white against a black background. He holds the sword Caladbolg / Caladcholg over his shoulders, but it seems to crumble under its own weight, and he does, too. He peeks out from the crook of his arm, and says ‘I never understood why you acted out. I envied you, actually. I thought you had been given the only true freedom.’
>
> The Lastborn is minimized into a tiny sprite of himself. He sits at Trahearne’s feet and asks ‘Freedom?’
>
> Trahearne continues. ‘Freedom from the Dream, the Hunt, the Tree, our people.’
>
> In the last panel, more pieces of the blade fall away as Trahearne’s grip on it falters. He looks at the Lastborn properly, now, and says ‘Even when the weight of my burden became too great to carry alone, I couldn’t afford to fail. It was never an option. So I ran, and I hid myself in my studies. But I was never truly free.’]
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First of the first and last of the last have grief that rhymes, but instead of bringing them together, it just gives them 3947287 layers of beef that they’re too stoic to act out about. (And _then_ it brings them together. Later. Much later.)
> [**Image:** A short comic in stylized, quadriptych-like geometry. The first panel shows the Lastborn gesticulating as he looks down into his own silhouette, which encloses Trahearne. He says ‘You were one of the first to leave… And you disappeared. You threw away the very thing that I could never have. I guess I resented you for that…’
>
> The Lastborn turns away in the next panel, sheepishly folding his hands. Trahearne dips his head, deep in thought. The Lastborn continues. ‘I felt so betrayed that you left… And when you came back, I felt betrayed that it was so easy for you to come home… It meant I was alone in my alone-ness again.’
>
> The next two panels invert the silhouettes of Trahearne and the Lastborn, with Trahearne rendered in white against a black background. He holds the sword Caladbolg / Caladcholg over his shoulders, but it seems to crumble under its own weight, and he does, too. He peeks out from the crook of his arm, and says ‘I never understood why you acted out. I envied you, actually. I thought you had been given the only true freedom.’
>
> The Lastborn is minimized into a tiny sprite of himself. He sits at Trahearne’s feet and asks ‘Freedom?’
>
> Trahearne continues. ‘Freedom from the Dream, the Hunt, the Tree, our people.’
>
> In the last panel, more pieces of the blade fall away as Trahearne’s grip on it falters. He looks at the Lastborn properly, now, and says ‘Even when the weight of my burden became too great to carry alone, I couldn’t afford to fail. It was never an option. So I ran, and I hid myself in my studies. But I was never truly free.’]
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First of the first and last of the last have grief that rhymes, but instead of bringing them together, it just gives them 3947287 layers of beef that they’re too stoic to act out about. (And _then_ it brings them together. Later. Much later.)
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