The pull of Anthony's fingers on his wrist was to Sorin like the pull of an undertow, but he fought it. Briefly. He knew turning around would be admitting his failure, but what had he failed at, really? If his parents found out, they would chalk it up to a mistake brought on by the insanity of the visions. If it happened again, though...
It seemed to take forever, but Sorin turned, partially, so that his profile faced Anthony. His eyes, however, remained fixed on some distant point in the heavens.
"I do not know why," he began, but his voice broke and went silent.