"No, it's incredible, I just.." Words failed and his eyes finally managed to wrench themselves away from the image. It was obviously him, but it wasn't. It was an ulterior glimpse of something he could have been. A reflection cast up through the rippling waters of time.
"I don't deserve this, Anne." All the same, he couldn't bear the thought of anybody else having it. There was a part of him in it, some part of himself that he'd forgotten. It was like actually seeing how things could have been different if he'd turned out more like his brother.
When Trenton looked at her, it was with tension and wonder. How had Anne seen this so strongly that it forced her to bring itself to fruition?