Garth simply wraps his arms around his wife and draws her to him, holding her close as she cries.
This can't be happening, not to them. They'd only brought him home just the other day, hadn't they? They'd named him and noticed his eyes were the same color violet as Garth's own just a moment ago, right?
The same boy who thought he'd die from cooties when Lian Harper kissed him, who was inconsolable until they explained to him that cooties weren't real...was he gone too?
"He...wasn't in any pain, Dolphin. It was quick." Garth tells her, though the words were of even less comfort now that he said them aloud.
No parent should outlive their child. How many more sons and daughters of Atlantis would they bury before the gods took mercy upon them?
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