[He forced his eyes shut, his fingers gripping tighter as she began. It wasn't the volume that bothered him, but... well, she was singing. His lips parted to tell her off, but he just couldn't bring himself to. He didn't really want to, either. Even without any accompanying music, her voice washed over him, and the words rang clear.]
[Images began to form in his mind; some he had been trying to suppress for days - others, just for hours. Rolling hills, broken by fences of trees; jagged cliffs, overgrown with moss; his sister, running through the yard, laughing. He didn't even realize he was crying, now. The day had given him his brother - his only remaining family, and all it did was reopen old wounds.] Amy...