"I know," Kaidan mouthed. His voice was all but silent. Three days of saying the same two words over and over without any sort of drink had fried his vocal cords.

Kanan's yank tore him off the table and he landed hard on his back, but that was ok - Kaidan knew how to take a fall. His hands slapped the ground and almost immediately pushed him back into a sitting position. His eyes tracked the nightmare. It had just started again. He still had time to see her face, to see the flash of smile she'd given him.

To watch the last few precious moments of their friendship before he murdered that, too.