[Tristan is still holding the hair clasp, clenched so hard in his hand it's leaving marks. His uncurls his fingers, not his broken wrist at least, looks down at it. Trying to slow his breathing. This is closer to normal, as close to normal as things could be in this situation maybe.]

You didn't... Have to hurt anyone Ariel.

[The reality is hitting him, his voice thick with emotion and choked grief.]

Wanting things simple isn't bad. I--there's no way I'd have abandoned you. You're my brother.