There was silence as the rest of the memories flooded in--right up to death. Such a way to die... to perish without fulfilling his destiny...

He was crying. His eyes were clenched shut, and now Jihiki was in an iron grip in his hand. He couldn't stop the tears flowing. How sad. How terrible...! And it was all in the past--something he couldn't change.

There was a faint sniffle.

"I'll be fine." Because no, he wasn't all right. Not with what he saw. How could he be? "...I just... saw something very... intense." That was a good word for it.