[Kevin nods only once and sinks into the half-embrace without resistance. His own instincts urge him to shelter Break from his own pain, shelter at least one human being from this whole mess. The aura that has so bothered Break in the past reaches out for him again, enveloping him like a gentle blanket as Kevin closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable death of millions - his millions - much like a man standing at a hangman's scaffold.]
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