She wiped at his tears with her thumb, clumsy but gentle. "You're crying?" she said faintly.
"…First time seeing you cry. I mean, you always have a smiling face."
Amon choked. "I'm angry. I'm... I just—"
"I think you look better when you smile," she interrupted quietly.
His breath hitched.
"Mira… please don't talk like this," he whispered. "Please. Don't say things like you're staying behind."
Amon clenched his fists. "I won't leave you. I don't care what you say. We already lost Harvey and the others." His voice broke completely. "I don't want you to die as well."
At the mention of Harvey, Mira's eyes flickered.
"…He's gone, isn't he?" she asked.
Amon couldn't answer. His silence was enough.
Mira closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, they were wet—but calm.
"He was loud," she murmured. "Always complained and strict… but he was kind."
Amon nodded, tears dropping onto the floor. "He was."
