He wasn't alone here.

Peering at the silvery interface, Leonardo studied his brother. Suddenly their gazes locked, and identical messages passed between them, flowing like a river made sluggish with sediments of emotion.

I'm lost, I barely know myself anymore.

I don't want to fail.

God, I miss you.

His chest tightened, and he reached out to touch his brother…but when he made contact, the image vanished in a ripple. He kept his hand there anyway—the connection had seemed so real

But all he felt was water beneath his palm.

All he felt was the cold.