Dorian chuckles softly with a nod. “I understand that. You never really appreciate what you have until it’s gone.”

And maybe it’s because now he’s thinking of his own family, but the water begins to shimmer in front of them as another vision begins to appear. Dorian watches, curious for a moment, before his eyes widen when a figure forms in the shimmering image; the same blue skin as Dorian’s, but shorter hair that settles at his shoulder. A square jaw, sea-glass green eyes, and a gold septum ring, and a bright smile on his face that bears a strong resemblance to Dorian’s.

And while a small smile flashes across Dorian’s face as well, it’s a bit strained, and doesn’t quite reach his eyes.