"What’s your favorite thing about your brother?"
“If you have endured a great despair,
then, you did it alone;
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
“Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.”
He didn’t have time to chat. Probably had to get back to the time machine before sundown.