"Hey." She's on top of a building. Alone. Or so she hopes. Thinks.

...She's pretty sure she's alone.

There's a strong wind. Tobias would grumble about fighting it to fly, if he were here. Maybe she could have held him close to her, stroked his feathers and talked him into being human for just a little snatch of time.

Maybe.

"I miss you." The wind steals her words and carries them away. Maybe it'll take them to someone who needs to hear it; maybe it'll blow over people who never knew Tobias.

She corrects herself, "We all do."

That doesn't make anything better.

"You--" Rachel stops, her words choked and punches the ground next to her. Her knuckles are skinned, and she sucks them without thinking, taking out of her mouth to try again, "You went down fighting. Like I always wanted to."

Her eyes are darker than the sky and she shifts forwards on the ledge, bare toes curling over the edge.

It's repetitive, but she says it anyway, tone softer than anyone could imagine it being, "I miss you."

Then she flings her arms open wide and leaps.