[It takes him a few minutes to respond. Zidane had reacted in a way he hasn’t expected. Keith closes his eyes and breathes in. The air is thick with the scent of blood and dying flowers. He could almost confuse it for decay and rot.

Keith swallows and says softly,] We haven’t talked about it. But I think he knows. ...I’ll tell him when I find him. Until now I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

I’ve always been on the outside of humanity. I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. Who wants to admit that...they might never feel like they belong?