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It was a birthday present.
The kite was old, like everything else his father bought for him. Vintage, that was the word he'd said it with pride. As if age had made it even better.
He'd bought the kite from a little chica back in the Amazon basin, the last time he'd checked on the Nanite Project. It'd been handmade, apparently, with plenty of care.
Noah ran his hands along the wood, letting his fingers fall into the holes time had torn into the kite fabric. The gift was a peace offering, he knew, his father making up for all the Lil' League Basketball games when he was nothing but an empty spot on the bleachers. Care and a single present, Noah figured, was pittance for all the birthdays the man had missed.
"You weren't there for me,"
"I'm sorry, son," His father ran tired fingers through his rapidly-greying hair. "I mean, with the Project taking up this much time, I..." He paused, catching himself. "Wait. This is your birthday, right? I-I didn't miss it, did I?"
Everything will be alrightMore Like This
"Everything will be alright," Caesar said softly as he held his brother tight. The truth is he wasn't sure how things will turn out but he had to say something. Rex was sobbing hysterically a moment ago and so he grabs hold of the boy to calm him down. The boy was still crying, amidst a series of hiccups, in his embrace. There was a sad look in Caesar's eyes as the reality of it all dawned upon him.
'They're gone. They're not coming back. Now it's just me and Rex.' He held Rex tighter as if afraid he'll lose the boy too if he doesn't. He closes his eyes as he felt Rex's tiny arms wrap around his waist. It was getting harder to keep the tears in and one escaped from the corner of his eyes. He dipped his head lower to hide his face even though he knew there was no one else in the apartment. They stayed that way for a long time holding on to each other; crying the pain and shock away. In that moment, the world seemed a lot bigger and scarier than it ever was.
"Caesar," Rex muffled voice s