[it takes him a moment. jack's still picturing her brother, tall and strong and golden. he should be here too. he should still be protecting her, making her world, maybe even her soul, complete.

he clears his throat gently.]

A sister. A twin. [he looks up, smiling faintly. he knows about that bond.] She's older by four minutes. Michelle is...good. Compassionate. Selfless. So many things that I wasn't. We used to share everything when we were children. I would steal cookies from the kitchens every night and take them to her room, and she would tell me stories. Unlike your brother, I hated to read. But I remember so many fairy tales...