It struck him then, truly struck him, just how much each of them had lost to their father's... what, hubris? Evil? Robin, the life he had wanted, Miranda a life at all—for if father had made her invalid, that meant she had been but a child at the time.

It was a terrible and miserable realization.

There were not, he realized, words in any language to convey what needed conveying. Instead, he simply moved to embrace his younger sister.