Fords expression was enough to ruin him, especially since he knew it was mirrored in his own face. "How could you do this to us?" Tycho couldn't help but ask plaintively. Though he knew the harsh reality was probably that Ford probably thought about him at all when everything was taking place. He had probably not been able to think of much of anything other than what had been happening right then. After all, any other time, Ford would never do anything to cause harm to himself or his siblings - which this would cause but more so the siblings since he wouldn't even be a factor to anyone but Ford.

He was to be alone in his suffering of this.

An odd grief-stricken sound emanated from his throat that he couldn't quite control. How he wished that he was not the type to feel things so intensely. He'd give anything now to be rid of the heart in his chest, to be numb of it all. "I love you so much, Ford. I've probably loved you since the first moment you busted my muggle seance operation." Had that really only been barely three years ago? It felt like it had been forever.