〈 helen shakes her radiant head. 〉 I lack the skill with a bow, and their helmets were theirs.

〈 if the rites were conducted properly, both her brothers would have been sent to the shores of the river styx with their armor beside them. there is so little for which she feels comfortable asking… only for something small.

hope does not remain to her, only a wish as helen lifts her eyes to viveca's. 〉

Would you bring me the fibulae that adorned their clothes? If it be my fate not to meet my brothers again in life, I would keep that which sat closest to their hearts beside my own.