Tracer didn't know how to make his brother understand. He shook his head, kissed his brother's forehead again. "The only way you can be here for us is to be here for yourself. You can't help us until you can help yourself, don't you understand?" Because he hurt, but he wanted to think that he'd done what he could to make himself whole again, as whole as he could be with these new parts of himself. Harmony hadn't done that, he'd just... gone white.