“Stop this, Dax.” He froze.

“Mom?

What are you doing here?” “I came for whatever is still left of you,” she said, and took a slow step toward him.

“You are supposed to protect me,” he said, and the smooth voice cracked into something young and petulant.

“I am trying to protect the last human thing in you,” she wept.

“You turned this family into a grave.

You ended your own brother.”