Less and less, as the years past. As a people, they forgot.

( some individuals linger, she knows - last scions of a faithful line, or those who reach with clumsy, childish hands for something lost to them generations ago - but they are so few as to be meaningless, dismissed by their own kind as eccentric at best. )

I am not so young, and I choose not to forget that once we were friends. I don't do this because I don't share my brother's pain, but because I do share it.