Desmond says nothing, and one hand moves, gripping the other. The black sea writhes as it floods back to him, until only his shadow remains, re-exposing them to the world. Blackness uncontrollably bled from his hand, but without a form it is swept up into the wind and dissipates. He had his teeth clenched but finally he released them with a whimper. He gripped his arm tighter, and tears fell from his eyes. "...I just want my mother back..."