[Of course it's been hard. Sinclair knows how much Oria has been carrying, how much Oria has had to put on a facade and keep going. He suspects Oria's never had a chance to just stop. And feel.

Feeling was the hardest part of it. He stares up at the ceiling, feeling an all too familiar ache]

...grieving for someone feels like fear, doesn't it? [Grief never leaves you. It changes shape, fitting into something you can eventually learn to live with. Oria felt too much, not to hurt, not to feel like he was bleeding with it] I didn't realise that, until recently. It's relentless. [He exhales softly] I never got to send off my family properly. Did you...?