He feels right. He feels real. And yet I know he can't feel me in the same way.

I tuck his head under my chin when he clings to me. He can make whatever noises he needs to, right now. Can do whatever he needs to. Because before long he'll be answering our need, instead.

"I've got you," I say quietly, gravel in my voice.

He starts talking about young Emeric, and I nod infinitesimally. "Of course, Jin. We'll take care of Emeric. You've raised him well, and he'll be all right, once he deals with the first shock of -"

My voice cracks, and I take a moment.

"Of losing you."